Death at the door
I’m at the age where my friends’ parents are dying. My own parents are long gone, as are most of my aunts and uncles, and a few older cousins. Conversations with neighbors often focus on retirement ideas, aging, and occasionally, on death.
Death is always at the door, but it has seemed to be a distant thing, or a fluke of a younger person dying. Tragedies have been all around, but not personally felt. Actually that’s not completely true. A dear colleague died many years ago, and so too, a close acquaintance. Those deaths were over twenty years ago, and I have learned to live without those people in my life.
Spirit is pushing me to write about death, and I ask, why? I’ve written about death before in several books. What is there new to say?
Here’s what Spirit tells me: The people who write about the connection of the dead with the living are writing truth. There are strong connections that can be felt. An openness is needed to feel the messaging, and a willingness to stay still and hear is required. The dead have apologies to impart, explanations to make, and guidance to give. The line between alive and not alive is thinner than we think. Crossing over is a natural thing.
For my friend whose father is edging towards the crossing over: hold his hand and listen for his silence. The silence will end when the crossing over takes place, and then, if you stay still and hear, the messaging may start.