Some will read what I write, and will tell me it’s great. But much more to me, its an emotional cleansing of slate. A gift from God, as a process of healing. At times It’s quite hard, to express how I’m feeling.

To live is just one, of the gifts we are granted. Not knowing what’s next, Is what keeps us enchanted. One thing in life, we all seem to fear. Is the end of that life, as it starts to grow near.

Well, I am one, who has been given a peek. I’ve seen a small part, of the answers we seek. Asleep on the couch, In the quiet of night. My mom came to me, bathed in a bright silver light.

With not a sound, no spoken word. Communication between us, was felt and not heard. She came back to me, as she had promised six days before. When She laid holding my hand, In wait at deaths door.

She spoke of her fears, of leaving me here on this earth. That I had been her best friend, since the day of my birth. Just before she passed she told me, that If by any possible way. She would come back to show me, that she was OK.

She said Life on this earth, no matter how long it took. Is just a small part, like a page in a book. When we move on, our love transcends. Our souls are connected, and that never ends.

Life is a ride, full of ups and of downs. Good times and bad, with some smiles and some frowns. I’ve been right here my child, with you each day. Not one day have I missed, since I passed away.

I will always be here, right by your side. Continuing on, with our most wonderful ride.