A Widow Discusses the Loss of a Loved One: part 2

[Editor: This is Part 2 of a widow’s “Thoughts Surrounding the Loss of a Loved One. Part 1 was published on October 1, 2014, and is available at this link:  CLICK HERE
I had been in a complete fog after my beloved husband passed away, and then it came to me: there is God, and God is always with me. I held tightly to the idea that I was not alone. I, like most people, know this intuitively at the very core of my being, although many of us often dismiss or bury this feeling. But yet, from the very depths of my being, I knew. All my years of studying and learning about spirituality, about something much bigger than me, and about life’s true meaning and purpose, started to come into focus. Now, a few years later, with the benefit of hindsight, I can say with an open heart that matters of the spirit kept me afloat through those difficult times.

I started to meditate more than ever before. I began to look for answers that came from places we often tend to ignore because of all the clutter in our ordinary daily thinking. I reached out to all my friends whose interests were in spiritual matters and, along the way, I made several new ones. I became obsessed with the subject of the afterlife. I read everything I could on the subject and went to many conferences and workshops. I reviewed the ancient spiritual teachings on the subject. The more I learned, the more I was convinced that the afterlife is real and beyond what our mere mortal minds fully comprehend.

I also spoke to mediums. Eventually, through them, I made contact with my husband from the other side. My experience with mediums has since convinced me that they are genuine intermediaries to the other side. I know it is true because so many times only very specific and personal things that my husband and I knew or shared between us came up in these sessions.

Eventually, my sense of calm began to come back to me. I knew that things were the way they are supposed to be. I also sensed that my husband, Stan, needed to know that I was doing okay. This would be my way of helping his consciousness continue its progression in the other realms of existence.

Through this ordeal, I have begun to reinvent myself. Like a butterfly I have gone through a metamorphosis. A “new me” has been born. Looking back, I now realize that I have grown by leaps and bounds. In many ways I am no longer the person I was before my husband’s passing. The realization that this level of existence (e.g. physical reality) is not the end of existence has opened me and inspired me to want to learn even more. I also want to be of service to others that have gone through similar situations, comfort them and let them know that the present moment is the only moment we have. The past is gone and can’t be changed, and the future is full of infinite possibilities that have not yet come to fruition.

We must always remember that “now” is the only moment we have to say “I love you,” or “I forgive you,” to the ones we have not said those words to before. And we must believe that at some tomorrow we will all meet again in a much better place.

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