When a loved one dies, they usually visit us soon after they die. Some call it after the message of death; I call it the rock star moment. This is your personal moment of the Big Bang with your deceived loved one. But please do not despair if you have never experienced the sign of a rock star. Some people never do it, or some get these symptoms over the years. Personally, my biggest rock star saw my sister in my bedroom shortly after her death. This transition started our original post. Perhaps something similar happened to you, but you were not sure that it was real. You may be worried that you blew up your big moment, that your connection window has closed. Not the case. You can start at any time just by saying to your loved one from the other side: I miss you. I will think about you. Are you okay? I'm here. Send me a sign. Let them know that you feel excited, happy, tired, angry, depressed. Whatever mood you choose, share it. Ask (for signs) and you will get.
Invite your loved one to your world. They have entered another and can wait for the invitation back to yours. Trust the process, and your message will bloom soon.
Let me share an example of a rock star for animal lovers (that you really?): Joyce and her family were obsessed with their only animal - a beautiful and energetic German shepherd dog, Leo. At eight, he fell ill with his kidneys. It was a quick and destructive dismissal that caused the family to tear it down. Joyce and her mother could not overcome it. Although they were a spiritual family and knew that this must be “their time,” and even believed that once they saw him again, their hearts and intellects were divided. It seems nothing bound their grief. Even a year later, Joyce's mother cried every time she saw another big dog. They did not let him go and lost most of the joy in their family life.
When alive, Leo was 85 pounds, with the habit of breaking his heavy frame against the sliding glass door to his dining room when he wanted to go inside. He stands on his hind legs and shakes the glass back and forth with his front paws. It was a loud, bad habit, but they loved his energy and enthusiasm, and they thought it was funny, wondering how the glass had not collapsed.
Long after he had passed, Joyce was alone in the house, stood at the table in the dining room, passing by mail, when suddenly the sliding glass door began to swing back and forth. While living in the bay area, she suggested that they have an earthquake and ran out into the street. But nothing else moved. Something whispered to her that it was Leo; that he was trying to get her attention. She ran back and stared in amazement at the fixed glass. She knew what Leo wanted. He wanted her and her mother to move forward with their lives in order to stop mourning. When her mother returned home, she told her what had happened, and they did not mourn another day. It worked. The glass was silent.
A loved one's vacation is one of the most serious problems we face. We miss them, want to freeze them on time and feel the comfort of their presence again. This, however, can freeze both of you on the spot. Letting go leaves a place for evolution - about yourself, about them and about what should be. You can still communicate constantly. In the end, they are with you day and night. But grief must give way to the celebration of who they were and still are. To let them go is not to forget about them, it means that their spirit is flying. In turn, they can love, care and guide you.
