It is funny how some human reflexes never go away- they just adapt to your needs over time. You can be a middle aged man, sturdy and steady, responsible for yourself and the lives of others, yet when you are in a moment of pain or uncertainty your mind will carry you back to your mother. Every life is as different as every fingerprint. But what we all have in common is that natural bond in how we came into this crazy, maddening, amazing, spectacular world: our mothers brought us. And barring some early tragedy or disorder, our hearts never forget it. We feel things powerfully that our minds can’t understand. And maybe that’s a good thing. My mother has been gone three years now and there are still days when her presence is so strong with me that I wonder if other people around me can feel her too.
Usually she shows up at those aforementioned moments of pain and uncertainty. That is just like Vanessa, always there when I needed her. Always.
Shortly before she crossed over to the next life I slept in her bed with her and held her because I knew she was afraid- reversing the spiritual and emotional roles that we had played some forty years earlier. And in that moment we had peace.
So please reflect on your Vanessa today. If nothing else, that will always help you maintain or clarify your vision of your life’s journey. From the very beginning to wherever you find yourself today, Vanessa was and is always there.