When someone you love passes away, grief can become a heavy cloud that darkens every day. It zaps your energy and leaves one feeling desolate. The mind can’t fathom the fact that their loved one is gone. I am still only convinced ninety percent that my sister-in-law is no longer here. I can’t get to one hundred percent belief, although I have tried. My mind refuses to accept the fact that I’ll never see her, or hug her, again. There is a ten percent chance, in my head, that the funeral was a huge mistake.
The heart, on the other hand, is not only under a dark cloud, it is in a raging thunderstorm of grief. There is no turning off sadness this deep in one’s heart until time allows it to heal. Memories flood back with the smallest of sights. When my dad passed away, if I saw a father and his toddler daughter walking hand in hand, I’d burst into tears, no matter where I was. For some it’s a photo; for others it’s a mention of their name. For me, getting caught off guard was the most painful. I’d pick up the phone to tell my mom something and realize she was never going to answer again.
I liken the deepness of grief to the level of love that one felt for someone. Tears are a sign of love, not weakness. Wouldn’t it be sad if someone died and no one cried for them? To me, that would be the saddest life one could have lived.
I am a firm believer that our loved ones are never truly gone from us. People die, but love never dies. I believe they reach out to touch our lives still. To me, they are just on the other side of life. Heaven is not so far away.
I’ve experienced signs that convinced me that I am not alone. When I asked my Mom for a sign, my car was engulfed in little white butterflies. When I won a writing contest with a story about my dad, the envelope arrived on his birthday. A bird swooped my head as it raced me to the mailbox. It flapped and chirped with excitement as I opened the letter stating that I’d won first place. That bird was so close. I cried when I opened the letter and I cried more when I realized that I was not alone holding that envelope that day.
If one can be still and open, I believe a sign will come. Sometimes you need to ask. Sometimes one is too busy racing through life and misses a sign. They are there, I promise you. You need to slow down and let them come. The signs are all unique: butterflies, coins, hidden objects, songs, doves and hoot owls, dreams, gusts of wind, a light shining bright, an article of clothing, feathers, electrical disturbances, a special photo, and so many more.
In my book, Angel Bumps, Hello From Heaven, I share ten of my stories and fifty other stories from people across the country who have received signs.
This is not a book about sadness, but rather an inspirational and uplifting view on the after-life.
Readers have said:
“Take a deep breath and hold onto your heart because you are going on an emotional, spiritual and loving journey.”
“Reading Angel Bumps makes you feel wrapped in angel wings.”
“The stories allow the reader to look at life from a different lens, a more hopeful one, and certainly a more peaceful one, all pointing to the fact we are not alone, but encircled in love.”
I hope you’ll consider giving Angel Bumps, Hello From Heaven as a gift for someone who has lost someone they love. The holidays are the most difficult time of the year.
Angel Bumps will lift their spirits. They’ll shed a few heart touching tears. They’ll smile. Most importantly, they’ll know they are never ever alone.
I wish you many Angel Bumps!