We Are Never Truly Departed

I am getting better each day as I remember that Clive is alive in me. His soul speaks to mine and he guides through the sorrow of his crossing.

I was really depressed for the past two weeks. I didn't want to get out of bed or talk to anyone except my mom. I could not dismiss my feelings of grief, but I soon remembered that in death there is rebirth. And my boy would not want me to "live" this way. When the sad feelings come up I try to replace them with visions of him happy - not of his last moments....they just continue the suffering. Our suffering. His and mine.

I was feeling guilty; not for taking away his pain by euthanizing him, but for going on with life "without" him. I feel he was a gift from God to help me love, trust and grow. And with his passing, he continues to teach me.

And though I know the sadness will linger, but I can honor him by blessing his life and being grateful he was in mine.

I am sending loving and healing energy to everyone who is in mourning and hope that peace comes to you all.