April 05, 2016As I drove to the rehabilitation center where my mom lay waiting for me, I replayed the phone conversation I had just had with the doctor in my mind: “Your mother is a very sick woman who did not want life saving measures.” Words that make you feel like you are moving in slow motion in a movie where you don’t belong. A dull ringing sound made itself known in my ears as I looked out to the left and took in the impossibly blue sky. It was so mild this February morning and I wished I were going anywhere but where I was headed. Then I saw it. A large blue heron flying parallel right beside me. My Dad, I thought to myself. Accompanying me as a messenger of spirit, a harbinger of peace, here to tell me I need to stand alone.
when you share your story, inevitably you will touch someone else. the someone who needs to hear it most. you may never know it. but they will. and that alone is reason for telling. ready to share your truth?
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