Life after death; Grief is tricky. A time to heal is upon us all.

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Grief is Tricky

Grief is tricky.  No one can really explain because, for each of us, it is totally different. Yes, we have all heard of the different stages of grief.  These stages weave in out of our life, some of the stages simultaneously.

I know that I have moved into the final stage of acceptance and hope.  I moved into this stage quite a bit ago. This stage of hope has been my grounding, my center.  I cling to this hope as a beacon leading me through this amazing journey!

Please do not get me wrong I still cry. I cried tonight. I still have the ugly cries, where I can’t help but scream out in pain.  But the thing about that pain, it is only in that moment.  It doesn't linger. I don't let it linger. I accept it and own it, then simply let it pass.

I have realized so much about pain, death, God's plan, our joy & happiness, and of course, love.  When you allow pain, hurt, anger, and depression to linger, that's all there is room for.  Nothing else can fit into your heart when it is clouded over in anger; you cannot reach the beauty that awaits.

Acceptance and Hope

It wasn't until I reached a pinnacle of acceptance and hope that I could really sense my brother's spirit around me. I could finally hear him when he was trying to communicate with me.  I could feel him around me and surround me.

I remember the first time I asked for a sign from him.  It was a late evening, and I was readying for bed.  It was about 6 months post his passing.  I had reached a place of acceptance.  I had just been missing one thing…..

I had been missing a hug.  A hug from my brother is what I wanted most in the world.  One last hug full of love and hope.  When I closed my eyes that night, I set my intention to receive a hug from my brother.

I know for some of you that is way out of your perception, imagination, or scope. That's fair.  But, this is my life, my story, and I respect your opinion; I pray that you can respect my opinion.

In My Dreams

That night my dream centered around my brother's birthday.  We were outside talking and generally enjoying one another.  In the next flashing image, we were up on our feet, and we were hugging.  It was one of those wrapped around your whole body tightly squeezed hug.  It was the best biggest, most real hug I have ever had.  The warmth of this hug was indescribable.  He let me know how much he loved me, and I knew it.  I woke up in tears.  That was beyond one of the best dreams I have ever had.  That was the time when I woke up, and I found my hope!

I know I would not have been able to have that special moment with my brother if I was still angry. I would not have been able to feel his hug wrap around me if I denied that all of this had ever happened. I would be in a state of anger with no solace.

I still hear from my brother; in funny small ways or big ways that stop me in my tracks.  I feel like he is in the other room.  If I really need to talk to him, I do.

My faith is what has brought me acceptance and hope.  My faith has carried me all the way through.

Grief is Tricky

I was chatting with someone dear to me today, and we both couldn’t help but notice how we had both hit this space of acceptance and hope.  And how if you really took a step back, you could see the miracles of the Lord happening in both of our lives.

My dream was one of the many miracles happening in my life. I am so undeniably grateful for where I am in my life! The miracles are happening all around me!

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