Post by THE GREAT OZ on Jun 24, 2011 20:27:12 GMT
This is going to be a bit hard for me to write, but I feel it is worth sharing.
My Mother passed suddenly on Feb. 14, 2005, Valentine's Day and the day my Father proposed to her and one day before her birthday. I will not go into why this death occurred as it is still too painful, but the story I am about to tell is one etched in my life forever.
The shock of my Mother's passing is still with me today, I have accepted it, but it is still painful. My Aunt Betty, her sister, was not only her sister, but her best friend. They had been close since childhood.
It was hard for me to go see my Aunt, as it was like looking at my Mother and at the time just could not get the nerve up to do it. I came up with the idea of making and giving her a Mother's Day gift which falls in May here. I bought a beautiful, fragile etched lead crystal vase and took much time picking out artificial flowers in her favorite colors for the arrangement. I took much time and put much love into it.
I covered it very carefully with plastic and placed it on the buffet in the dining room where no harm could come to it. Each day after I made this, I would think to myself, today is the day I will go visit my Aunt. This went on until the latter part of June. It just hurt so bad and I could not get the strength to do it.
One evening, my daughters had some friends over and we were all sitting in the living room watching a movie. Ricki, my daughter, got up and went to the kitchen to get something to drink. She turned on the kitchen light and screamed. I freaked, obviously. On the kitchen floor four feet into the kitchen and over ten feet from where the buffet in the dining room was, laying on its side, still wrapped in plastic was the crystal vase and flower arrangement. No one had been to the kitchen all evening but Ricki at that moment to get a drink.. I reached down expecting the fragile vase to be shattered. It was totally intact as if someone had gently laid it on the floor to be found.
I knew immediately it was my Mother who did this and she indeed wanted me to go see my Aunt. I called the next day, Thursday, and we made plans to meet Friday, the next day, to spend the day and have lunch together. She was a widow who lived alone and was so excited.
Friday I took my gift to her and she cried, not only over the gift but because of my mMther and what she meant to her. Now my Aunt never learned to drive and she asked if she could please spend the day going to cemeteries and visiting her family members who had passed. I did this without question and indeed I learned much of my families history along the way.
It was a wonderful day we spent together and we made plans to again meet Monday for lunch. That meeting never took place. For my Aunt was found dead by her son Sunday morning having passed from a stroke.
I will never forget this story, as I know my Mother knew what was to occur with my Aunt and it was her way of pushing me to get off my duff and quit wallowing in my own self pity and move on in life and see my Aunt. I am so very grateful she moved that vase to get my attention to go see my Aunt, for now I have peace in my life that I was able to spend one of her last days with her.
You cannot tell me this was not some type of Divine intervention or a message from my Mother. She made the promise that after she passed if she could she would let us know she made it to the other side. She blessed me to be able, by her prompting, to get the message across and cherish the moments with my Aunt before her passing.
My faith in the afterlife, because of my Mother has been strengthened so many times by her visitations that I have no doubt that our spirit and energies indeed live on.
Bless you Mom and Aunt Betty.
Bless...OZ
My Mother passed suddenly on Feb. 14, 2005, Valentine's Day and the day my Father proposed to her and one day before her birthday. I will not go into why this death occurred as it is still too painful, but the story I am about to tell is one etched in my life forever.
The shock of my Mother's passing is still with me today, I have accepted it, but it is still painful. My Aunt Betty, her sister, was not only her sister, but her best friend. They had been close since childhood.
It was hard for me to go see my Aunt, as it was like looking at my Mother and at the time just could not get the nerve up to do it. I came up with the idea of making and giving her a Mother's Day gift which falls in May here. I bought a beautiful, fragile etched lead crystal vase and took much time picking out artificial flowers in her favorite colors for the arrangement. I took much time and put much love into it.
I covered it very carefully with plastic and placed it on the buffet in the dining room where no harm could come to it. Each day after I made this, I would think to myself, today is the day I will go visit my Aunt. This went on until the latter part of June. It just hurt so bad and I could not get the strength to do it.
One evening, my daughters had some friends over and we were all sitting in the living room watching a movie. Ricki, my daughter, got up and went to the kitchen to get something to drink. She turned on the kitchen light and screamed. I freaked, obviously. On the kitchen floor four feet into the kitchen and over ten feet from where the buffet in the dining room was, laying on its side, still wrapped in plastic was the crystal vase and flower arrangement. No one had been to the kitchen all evening but Ricki at that moment to get a drink.. I reached down expecting the fragile vase to be shattered. It was totally intact as if someone had gently laid it on the floor to be found.
I knew immediately it was my Mother who did this and she indeed wanted me to go see my Aunt. I called the next day, Thursday, and we made plans to meet Friday, the next day, to spend the day and have lunch together. She was a widow who lived alone and was so excited.
Friday I took my gift to her and she cried, not only over the gift but because of my mMther and what she meant to her. Now my Aunt never learned to drive and she asked if she could please spend the day going to cemeteries and visiting her family members who had passed. I did this without question and indeed I learned much of my families history along the way.
It was a wonderful day we spent together and we made plans to again meet Monday for lunch. That meeting never took place. For my Aunt was found dead by her son Sunday morning having passed from a stroke.
I will never forget this story, as I know my Mother knew what was to occur with my Aunt and it was her way of pushing me to get off my duff and quit wallowing in my own self pity and move on in life and see my Aunt. I am so very grateful she moved that vase to get my attention to go see my Aunt, for now I have peace in my life that I was able to spend one of her last days with her.
You cannot tell me this was not some type of Divine intervention or a message from my Mother. She made the promise that after she passed if she could she would let us know she made it to the other side. She blessed me to be able, by her prompting, to get the message across and cherish the moments with my Aunt before her passing.
My faith in the afterlife, because of my Mother has been strengthened so many times by her visitations that I have no doubt that our spirit and energies indeed live on.
Bless you Mom and Aunt Betty.
Bless...OZ
