Today is the anniversary of my mother’s birthday, and it has been two years since she left this realm. Perhaps the most awful thing about my mother being dead, it is the fact that her death repeats itself every single day like it just happened all over again.
There is no cure for grief, and there is no substitute for grieving, but to understand the process and to understand the transition from living in the material world to living in the spiritual world may perhaps be the best way to ease the pain of grief. For my part, all I can attest is that when you live your life, moving through grief and pain, that is where you discover the meaning of your life.
When she was alive, I knew she was the reason I felt safe and secure in this world. Now that she is gone, I still feel safe and secure, ’cause I know she is watching over me.