Last Year: July 1st, 2015
The laughter?
Due to the fact that this was the 7th time
we heard the same exact speech.
I believe - when we die, we return to love. That in the beginning and in the end and all through the middle - the most important piece of life is love.
Love is the space where there is peace. Love is the feeling that all is ok in the world. Love is a delighted soul and a curious mind. Love is comfort, and love brings joy.
If you believe the teachings of my friend, the 'ghost whisperer' (my affectionate term) - we receive messages from those who have passed on. A plant that hasn't bloomed in ten years. A glance at the clock at a certain time every day. A hummingbird fluttering close. Or, if you happen to have had a friend like mine with bounce-bounce curls and a sparkle in her eye and her life - your message may come in a more unique way - say, a fly or something much too wild to write down on paper.
Love is all around you. Do you take note of the love messages given to you throughout the day? Do you appreciate the blooming rose out your kitchen window? Do you marvel at the sunset and the sunrise each day? Does your heart fill with joy as you watch the hummingbird land in its nest to sit upon its eggs?
Mine does. And, whether it is an observation of Mother Nature or a "sign" from a loved one who has passed on - these moments are all around us. They are constantly occurring, and it is up to us to embrace them - or ignore them.
Since my Pops passed away early Saturday morning, I have seen more hearts than usual. It's almost freaking me out. The angle at which I looked at my pool - the ice cream drip that fell on the floor - the onion peel that girl baby handed me (she saw it too) - the cracks in the floor I never noticed before - the base of a tree that was weathered away...
My response? "I see that. Love is all around me."
In Loving Memory of my Pops - Judge BB Wolfe
July 1, 1914 - April 9, 2016
That's a nice, long life!
