This story was channeled much like I have received all other writings I have put out here.
I look around to see all of mommy and daddy’s friends and even some who I never saw before, all jammed into our little home. Okay, maybe it’s not that small but with this many people it feels small.
Mommy isn’t here today. Some try to smile and say she’s here in spirit but that’s just bulls…. They like to make a big deal about the fact that daddy and I had a chance to say goodbye before she left. To me a much better “goodbye” would be if we could have been seeing her off on a trip where she would be back in a week.
I vaguely remember them saying the same things about spirits and goodbyes when Grandma Beacon left. She wouldn’t even try to stay around to see me graduate from sixth grade. Wow! That was only a little over two years ago. Mommy tried to tell me that I shouldn’t be angry because it was just time for Grandma to go. She also pointed out how nice it was that Grandma at least saw my baby sister, Catherine, born.
Right now Catherine is running around making a pain of herself. She’s all cutesy totally oblivious to our circumstances. She did call for mommy last night when I was tucking her in, so I gave her a couple more stuffed animals to sleep with. Mommy and daddy only let us sleep with one as a rule unless we were sick with colds. I remember the extra company of the doll or animal always made me feel better. That magic doesn’t work anymore.
Some of mommy’s friends stand there looking at me and Catherine and shaking their heads. Don’t they know it’s rude to whisper secrets with other people in the room? Besides all these sad looks are really ticking me off.
Aunt Molly and daddy have been sitting on the couch talking and comforting each other. Aunt Molly has been great but she’s not mommy, only her sister. Aunt Molly came here two weeks ago. Mommy kept telling her she shouldn’t have come. She cooked, cleaned and tried talking to all of us, I guess to keep out spirits up. There’s that word “spirits” again. I think daddy referred to her once as “God sent,” but was unable to explain that term. Aunt Molly will have to leave in a couple days to fly back home, leaving us alone. She looks so pretty today with her blue scarf. Her other scarves aren’t as pretty. [What I saw here was a woman with a scarf wrapped around her head much like the women battling cancer.]
Some conversations speak of mommy’s name and the word “battle.” This is an unfair battle. The enemy can’t be seen and no matter how many come to aid you---it won’t help. And while I’m on this battle thing, can I tell you what I think of those stupid pink ribbons? Mommy wore one every day after Grandma Beacon passed on. She said it was the least she could do. You would think at thirteen I would understand that one. I hate and I mean hate the pink ribbons and won’t wear mine ever again after today.
As I sit here wishing mommy was here I feel emptiness. It’s almost as if she took a little of me when she passed. Does this happen each time when someone you know or love passes, that they take away some of you? What’s that smell? That almost smells like mommy’s perfume. Maybe one of her friends wear the same perfume, but I am alone in the room now so who knows.
This story was channeled much like I have received all other writings I have put out here. Later that morning the story unfolded. I was doubting much of this wondering what the purpose of this was. A very good friend approached me after church and asked about the woman who was with me and indicated the breast cancer. I’ve been very fortunate to not have had a family member who has endured this battle of breast cancer.
I knew at this point I had to relax and let her talk to me. The story you see was the daughter of the light being who came to me. The daughter is grown and on her own. Catherine is still at home. The husband remarried and this thirteen year old girl had a hard time dealing with the stepmother so she left home as soon as she was grown. Aunt Molly was battling cancer and is in remission but also has no communication with the teenager that grew up. I asked for the thirteen year old girl’s name but no answer came. The mother said that enough names are in the story that she will recognize it when she reads it.
You see the daughter, even as young as she is, has been diagnosed with breast cancer and needs to know that she can go home again. She needs to reach out for the love and support of the family. The mother also says she is always there with her.
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