Post by Deleted on May 9, 2007 14:49:35 GMT -5
I didn't know where to put this, so I opted for here. I found this on my myspace page and thought to bring it over here to share. The bulletin was entitled "For Motherless Daughters and Sons on Mother's Day" - I belong to that group. My plan is to not get all morose, but to remember my mother; if you are lucky enough to still have your mother, I admittedly envy you and wish I were as fortunate; if, however, you are not, then you are not alone. Here it goes:
I write this as I imagine my Mother would tell me today if she wrote me a letter:
Honey,
I never left you. I just died. Don't worry for me, there is no time here and I am always with you. There is no distance, I can see you and hear you in ways you cannot understand.
Yes, it was me on the windless day moving your hair. Yes, it was me you heard in your sleep. I did not use words but you heard my love and smiled.
I know you cry in your sleep sometimes too. I know in your darkest moments, it is me that you want. Oh, I know you want these arms around you, my fingers in your hair, my heart beating against your ears as I pull you close.
I know you sometimes wonder what I was thinking about right before I passed from one world into the next, hoping it was you. You are so right, my love, it was you. I remember when you were just a little girl. The happiest moments in my life were of you and I together.
I hope you know that it is okay to have joy in your life. Don't feel guilty because you think I am not there, that I cannot see all that you have done, how you have grown.
And not for one moment ever question that I knew you loved me or that I loved and will always love you.
I am here, there and everywhere, honey.
I never left.
Always,
Mom
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Written by Diane Fornbacher and transcribed directly from the beyond from my Dear Mah-Jah (Mother Dear)
I write this as I imagine my Mother would tell me today if she wrote me a letter:
Honey,
I never left you. I just died. Don't worry for me, there is no time here and I am always with you. There is no distance, I can see you and hear you in ways you cannot understand.
Yes, it was me on the windless day moving your hair. Yes, it was me you heard in your sleep. I did not use words but you heard my love and smiled.
I know you cry in your sleep sometimes too. I know in your darkest moments, it is me that you want. Oh, I know you want these arms around you, my fingers in your hair, my heart beating against your ears as I pull you close.
I know you sometimes wonder what I was thinking about right before I passed from one world into the next, hoping it was you. You are so right, my love, it was you. I remember when you were just a little girl. The happiest moments in my life were of you and I together.
I hope you know that it is okay to have joy in your life. Don't feel guilty because you think I am not there, that I cannot see all that you have done, how you have grown.
And not for one moment ever question that I knew you loved me or that I loved and will always love you.
I am here, there and everywhere, honey.
I never left.
Always,
Mom
--
Written by Diane Fornbacher and transcribed directly from the beyond from my Dear Mah-Jah (Mother Dear)