Your families

[sara1998]

^^ Thanks for sharing this... I have no real words at this point except for thanks...

[jannieC]

SaidSomething- thank you for sharing this story with us. It puts things in perspective for me and hopefully does for others as well.

"I" know that this time here isn't the end and that true, real love...never, ever dies.

I believe this too. Thank you again.

[Betsy]

Thanks for posting your Story SaidSomething.

It reaffirms my belief in the spirit world and my wonder of it.

My father-in-law passed away the 27th of October. He lingered for about 3-4 days and told how he was suspended between two worlds and he really liked the other side. He found an indescribible (sp) peace and told us excitedly about it.

He told us about the conversations he was having with people from the other side and how he hated to leave us....that he was torn...but...he really, really liked the other place.

Your account of Esther resembles the account from Ed Morrell and his book (from the early 1900's) called the Twenty-fifth Man. He was in prison but could power his mind to leave his body. He described in detail what he saw and experienced...and said that anybody could do it.

With your posting of Patti's story, you and she have touched more lives, and your message of living life and paying attention to all creatures great and small has been heard.

Bravo.

[mylittledemon]

Originally Posted by Betsy

Thanks for posting your Story SaidSomething.

It reaffirms my belief in the spirit world and my wonder of it.

My father-in-law passed away the 27th of October. He lingered for about 3-4 days and told how he was suspended between two worlds and he really liked the other side. He found an indescribible (sp) peace and told us excitedly about it.

He told us about the conversations he was having with people from the other side and how he hated to leave us....that he was torn...but...he really, really liked the other place.

Your account of Esther resembles the account from Ed Morrell and his book (from the early 1900's) called the Twenty-fifth Man. He was in prison but could power his mind to leave his body. He described in detail what he saw and experienced...and said that anybody could do it.

With your posting of Patti's story, you and she have touched more lives, and your message of living life and paying attention to all creatures great and small has been heard.

Bravo.

My father was not a religious man. I think you could say he was a Christian, in a general sense. He never went to church when I was growing up, ever. I never heard him say a prayer even.

At any rate, i think a pastor visited him while he was in hospice in the summer of 2006. No one really knows for sure. I think my father had just been beaten down so much by the cancer, he was a shell of who he used to be. The last time I saw him, 2 months before he died, I didnt recognize him.

Since his death my brother and I, and my sister, have all had varying dreams about him. My sister Megan(who is also very anti-church/God/whatever you wanna call it) cried one day on the phone describing a dream she had.

Megan said in the dream Dad was home all of sudden, and she grabbed hold of him to hug him and he started laughing. Megan was crying and Dad kept laughing and she said "Whats so funny?" Dad looked at her and said "I felt the same way when I saw the Lord. When I saw him, I didnt wanna hug him, but when I did I didnt want to let go."

Now, knowing the kind of man my father was...thats a strange thing for him to say...he never would've said that in life. My sister was so broken up about it...but she said he just smiled in the dream like she'd never seen him smile before.

[KristinG]

Jim, you know how much I love you... but thanks for this...

It's so hard this time of year for me, missing my sister and this story made me smile.

Love you!!

[SaidSomething]

Hey everyone...

My name is Jim. I got a little sad here a while ago. I will no longer debate. However, I will offer comments, thoughts...and posts. I mean nothing harsh by this it's just looking at things in a "holier" "more spiritual" "bright" light.

This was one of the first deep thoughts/memories that happened in my life that was really intense. People were really nice.

I DO follow some of you guys...and the ones I follow always make me smile.

I thought I'd bring up this post because the state of our planet is hinging on the decisions we all make. You know I believe that families come first...yes, and the little things that we take for granted. I'm pollyanna-ed out when my deodorant comes out with a new "power" or "force" or whatever ridiculous name scent. I'm that much of a geek.

My partner and I love each other so much. As we do our families.

Last year was hard because I missed a lot of work due to a kidney defect I have. It's alright just a minor bump in the road of life...We are barely making ends meet with meager cents. However, I live in a 2 family home...Tom and I have a huge, beautiful, bright 2 bedroom apartment. When he moved in I was kind of like...ok, here's this poor Irish guy from the "Irish" section of inner city Boston. For those who know Boston it's Dorchester/Southie area. He comes with his few paintings a art and a very different style than mine. I said, We're going to make this work. If you could see our place...it's amazing. It is not the Taj Mahal or Stevie's house...it's just a 2 bedroom apartment in suburbia. My few treasures were mostly willed to me from my "Nana Mac" that I lost in the spring. I have dard rich red, maroon, blue etc. Orientals and a Tiffany. Tom had some valuable (to him and now me too) paintings (originals) from a local artist. So it's kind of like BRIGHT came crashing into my dark muted colors. You know what? Like our relationship...our "things" mashed perfectly together. Much like it was a plan or a blessing...OR...something that was destined to be.

Today we've been together 5 years...and we haven't killed each other Ha ha. I remember when we met I had a bout with this and we lived on a spending budget of less then $500 for the 2 of us and we smoke!!!

If you have love, appreciation and acceptance...you can make it and make it and make it...If you believe you can.

So now while we are both out of work until March...it's sorta going back to the velvet underground. Hamburger, tuna, cheese, ground coffee, creamer, canned veggies...you get my drift?

And this year as I said I'm missing my grandmother that died in my arms on Palm Sunday...but, I don't go mental grieving...she worked very hard for almost 95 years...and I would never deprive her from the heaven she so firmly believed in. If I was soooo down I truly believe she would spiritually hang around here in misery.

...just a quick little story...my grandmother the night before she died...was having full conversations with her past brothers, Joe and Herbie...and kept singing...like I believe...that their was a Choir of Angels awaiting her...for that she believed...on my 1st birthday after her death in July, Tom and I went to a little getaway on an ocean up in Maine. One night I had a dream (I, all my life wake up at the time of my birth on my birthdays...4:01 am) that Nana and I were both laughing and flying over the vast ocean and waves looking down and seeing tiny dots but great detail of the sky and the clouds and the land and the ocean. There were no words exchanged...she was holding my hand. I was SO happy and pain free...then again, I snapped awake like I landed on my bed kind of waking up. 4:01 am. My grandmother raised me since infant due to family politics. I could smell her home, the soap, the dried flowers around the house sewed into ripped panty hose things (her own pot pourri) and her clean light (perfumey?) scent. It was morning twilight...I felt her presence...and true love never dies.

We are ALWAYS going to be ok. Belive, Trust and Love...just do the best you can. And watch for the miracles.

Love you...
Jim

Hey, I really swear and dont change or shave on the weekends...I bitch sometimes...I'm NOT a saint or Pollyanna...far from but...I have bits and pieces and glimpses on how to make it...and you know what? I'm great!!!

[David]

Best of luck to you & yours, Jim.

[CelticGypsy]

Originally Posted by SaidSomething

Hey everyone...

My name is Jim. I got a little sad here a while ago. I will no longer debate. However, I will offer comments, thoughts...and posts. I mean nothing harsh by this it's just looking at things in a "holier" "more spiritual" "bright" light.

This was one of the first deep thoughts/memories that happened in my life that was really intense. People were really nice.

I DO follow some of you guys...and the ones I follow always make me smile.

I thought I'd bring up this post because the state of our planet is hinging on the decisions we all make. You know I believe that families come first...yes, and the little things that we take for granted. I'm pollyanna-ed out when my deodorant comes out with a new "power" or "force" or whatever ridiculous name scent. I'm that much of a geek.

My partner and I love each other so much. As we do our families.

Last year was hard because I missed a lot of work due to a kidney defect I have. It's alright just a minor bump in the road of life...We are barely making ends meet with meager cents. However, I live in a 2 family home...Tom and I have a huge, beautiful, bright 2 bedroom apartment. When he moved in I was kind of like...ok, here's this poor Irish guy from the "Irish" section of inner city Boston. For those who know Boston it's Dorchester/Southie area. He comes with his few paintings a art and a very different style than mine. I said, We're going to make this work. If you could see our place...it's amazing. It is not the Taj Mahal or Stevie's house...it's just a 2 bedroom apartment in suburbia. My few treasures were mostly willed to me from my "Nana Mac" that I lost in the spring. I have dard rich red, maroon, blue etc. Orientals and a Tiffany. Tom had some valuable (to him and now me too) paintings (originals) from a local artist. So it's kind of like BRIGHT came crashing into my dark muted colors. You know what? Like our relationship...our "things" mashed perfectly together. Much like it was a plan or a blessing...OR...something that was destined to be.

Today we've been together 5 years...and we haven't killed each other Ha ha. I remember when we met I had a bout with this and we lived on a spending budget of less then $500 for the 2 of us and we smoke!!!

If you have love, appreciation and acceptance...you can make it and make it and make it...If you believe you can.

So now while we are both out of work until March...it's sorta going back to the velvet underground. Hamburger, tuna, cheese, ground coffee, creamer, canned veggies...you get my drift?

And this year as I said I'm missing my grandmother that died in my arms on Palm Sunday...but, I don't go mental grieving...she worked very hard for almost 95 years...and I would never deprive her from the heaven she so firmly believed in. If I was soooo down I truly believe she would spiritually hang around here in misery.

...just a quick little story...my grandmother the night before she died...was having full conversations with her past brothers, Joe and Herbie...and kept singing...like I believe...that their was a Choir of Angels awaiting her...for that she believed...on my 1st birthday after her death in July, Tom and I went to a little getaway on an ocean up in Maine. One night I had a dream (I, all my life wake up at the time of my birth on my birthdays...4:01 am) that Nana and I were both laughing and flying over the vast ocean and waves looking down and seeing tiny dots but great detail of the sky and the clouds and the land and the ocean. There were no words exchanged...she was holding my hand. I was SO happy and pain free...then again, I snapped awake like I landed on my bed kind of waking up. 4:01 am. My grandmother raised me since infant due to family politics. I could smell her home, the soap, the dried flowers around the house sewed into ripped panty hose things (her own pot pourri) and her clean light (perfumey?) scent. It was morning twilight...I felt her presence...and true love never dies.

We are ALWAYS going to be ok. Belive, Trust and Love...just do the best you can. And watch for the miracles.

Love you...
Jim

Hey, I really swear and dont change or shave on the weekends...I bitch sometimes...I'm NOT a saint or Pollyanna...far from but...I have bits and pieces and glimpses on how to make it...and you know what? I'm great!!!

This was so lovely to read. Thanks, Jim. I know that your grandmother must have been a very beautiful lady