“Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you’re here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on.”
—–Celine Dion, Excerpt from Titanic Lyrics
It comes to me that I should tell you a story. But it is a true story. Honest.
Recently, I have been meeting people who have lost a parent, often a mother, and who can’t seem to get past the
overwhelming sadness of their loss. Perhaps they confide in me because I seem to be functioning well (although, don’t get me wrong, I have my moments of tears). And oh yes, I do miss my mother. But Mama always said, “There is no death,” and from that day back in 1963 when she revealed to me her previous experiences with it, I have truly believed her. (See my other posts: A Little Background, Photos and special Memories, Long March Home.)
She would go on to say that death is an illusion – much like the horizon, which no one ever seems to cross. She told me that, “If our departed friends could speak to us, they would assure us that they are now, just as we are, enjoying life, peace, harmony and blessedness, and that there is no need for grief and sorrow.”(1)
So this is why I have to tell you this story. This happened to me yesterday, but it is only one of dozens of incidents that have occurred over the past weeks.
I went downtown to pay the dentist.
I crossed the street to drop a package off at the post office.
I was parked in front of the library, and I decided to stop in. I looked around and asked about the Geneology Session in October. The lady at the desk directed me to the computer desk guy, who sent me over to the researcher. (I never knew the library had so many ‘departments’!) The researcher had lost her mother two years earlier, and was having a hard time. I left her my card.
I passed the ‘For Sale’ book shelf. Now, if you’ve been following my posts, you’ll remember that I have more books than you can imagine, so I was not inclined to purchase another. Yet one book seemed to draw me over to the shelf. I didn’t have my glasses on, so I couldn’t even read the title until it was in my hand. “I Don’t Know How She Does It.” A book about a lady executive with a photo of Sarah Jessica Parker on the cover, so I assumed there was a movie made from it. The book didn’t really interest me, so I put it back, headed out the door and forgot about it.
I had a couple of other errands to run. I drove to the mall and went into the DMV. As I exited, I decided to ask the computer guys down the lane why my laptop couldn’t find my SD card, and right next door was Perkins Pancake House (Mom loved to go there), so I bought two muffins for the price of one (Mondays only).
On the counter was a book for sale by the owner’s friend, Robert Ruisi, who had cured himself of Alzheimers using only natural remedies. I left a business card with a handwitten note for him to contact me.
When I got home, I Googled his name. I scrolled down the page, looking for his book. I froze. The tears came because I was so excited – because to me, it demonstrated proof positive that there is no death – that we do ‘go on and on.’ Look down below at the search, about half way. There is no logical reason for the movie, “I Don’t Know How She Does It” – a movie from 2011 – to show up surrounded by entries for Yoga and Thai Healing Arts.
Let me know what YOU think. People tell me stories like this each day. Do you have one, too?
Here is a screenshot of what I saw:
(1) The Christian Science Journal, September 1950, “There is No Death.”