Continuing Connections
I was at the ocean yesterday and found myself thinking about my aunt Nancy. It was the anniversary of her death, and although it's been over 20 years, I still miss her.
So, I spoke to her and asked if she'd maybe send me a sign--a little wink or "hello" from beyond. Maybe a beautiful shell? I stood to leave and immediately spotted it.
No, it wasn't a pristine seaside treasure; it was a cigarette butt in the sand.
I knew without question this was "it" though, the answer to my request. In addition to sunbathing, Aunt Nancy had loved smoking. And she had a great sense of humor. It made me chuckle and feel instantly connected with her memory, her love, and her essence. What a gift.
How about you? Have you ever asked for a sign or wink and been surprised by what actually showed up?
Alongside guidance rooted in experience and research, I wrote about this loss I continue to carry in Kindred Grief Care. I, too, am a mortal who mourns.
I welcome her enduring presence. My son is named after her. A photo of her making a funny face watches over my desk. When my family eats peas—her favorite—we talk about her. When a Beach Boys song comes on, I’m sent straight down memory lane. When I set or accomplish a goal, I call her close. My aunt Nancy is remembered.
Still, the world was better with her in it. No one could ever convince me otherwise. And if anyone tried to persuade me to look at the “bright side” of this loss, I’d offer them a knowing smile and a copy of this guidebook in hopes of improving their understanding of grief.
