In remembrance of my mom

In Remembrance of my Mom, Kathleen Young.

Birth and Death: Two sides of the same coin?

My sweet mom passed away Thurs. Sept. 23, eve of the equinox full moon. She was very sick and had no need for her earthly body anymore. I have mixed feelings. It was sad to say goodbye but also a relief because she was struggling so much this past year.

At her services which felt dream-like and not real, it occurred to me that the funeral, burial, people mourning, my mom's 'shell' in her casket was ALL a big dream and it wasn't real. Now, what do I mean by that? Some of you may think I am still in denial or shock, right? Well, I had this brief realization that the only Real events in the 'human game' are our birth and death and what is before or after those two events. Everything else is a dream or an illusion we make-up to convince ourselves we are limited and restricted human beings, bound by time and space so we can play the human game. I got turned on to this way of thinking from a book I just read called, "Busing Loose from the Money Game". If open and curious, I'd highly recommend.

When we die, are we born again to another plane? When we are conceived or born, do we die from another plane? Birth and Death are two sides of the same coin. We celebrate new life, and cry tears of joy (or sometimes sorrow) when a baby is born. We cry tears of sorrow and celebrate a life lived when someone passes. Birth and Death are The Real events in this game we call Life. Everything else is a string of unreal moments. A Dream.

Row Row Row Your Boat Gently Down the Stream, Merrily Merrily Merrily, Life is But a Dream! (One of my favorite nursery rhymes as a child, still is, and one I sing to my daughter often. It's always resonated with me..)

My mom is at peace. She is happy and free. I feel her soft spirit comforting, guiding, and protecting me. Her new journey has begun, and I am happy for her. I feel blessed to have been born to such a sweet, giving, and selfless mother. I forever have her memories imprinted on my heart. Now, my relationship with her as spirit has taken on new meaning, and I feel grateful to cultivate a relationship with her on the other side.

Some immediate things I've learned about myself from my mom's passing:

I now tell my family and friends, "I you love" often, even if they are uncomfortable with it and don't say it back. I don't care. I must tell them. I'm not holding back anymore.

I have been more kind and loving to myself lately.

I am more conscious of doing random acts of kindness.

Trying to live more from my heart and do what inspires and motivates me day to day.

I am hugging my daughter tighter, and giving more thanks for the little things she does.

I appreciate that my body was chosen to be the vessel for my daughter. What a miracle it still is!

Don't sweat the small things or figure out all the details. In the end, it really doesn't matter. Everything will be ok, and it always works out.

Love never dies. I love you mom, forever!

I am infinite power, abundance, joy, peace, light, and love, and so are you! We are so much more than we appear to be.