A Strange Experience
OMG! This is the strangest experience, yet: planning a memorial service for my mother. She was a fun woman and nothing sappy or sad would be acceptable. We’ve planned an Irish Wake and everything is running along “just fine.”
The strange part? Well, I am her first daughter. We made up before she left this world, but it is uncanny how I feel like I’m taking her place. Am I being possessed by her passing spirit? Not revealing any secrets here, just musing on some coincidences…. I do believe that the spirit lives on and after the physical body dies the spirit continues to move us in a good direction. Life goes on. I am not my mother, but I have some of her good qualities and some of her bad qualities. I promise to continue working on my relationships as she did…and I hope that when I die that I am as happy as she was.
Chez Christine 