Yesterday my half-sister Ev's ashes were scattered on a hilltop in New York State.
After all, Ev was 95 when she passed on. She was loved and cared for in a way we could all only hope to be. My rationale was that my birth sister and I returned for a visit twice yearly and I had already rescheduled my workshop once for that day.
I made a mistake. In retrospect, I would have been happier crying one more time over the friend that I lost in a body, instead of feeling remorse over staying home.
I didn't pay much attention to Ev when she was younger. We only became friends once she was too weak to take care of herself. I am told, she was a brilliant biochemist as well as the mother and wife that I recognized. Now she has two deceased husbands.
There's a hole in my heart ... here, where I'm pointing. Here are the unshed tears for a woman I didn't know until she was unable to speak for seven plus years. Ev learned to communicate through her eyes and her heart.
She spoke clearly telepathically once we all got the hang of it. The first time I knew for sure was when I was sitting alone with her while she appeared to sleep. I put my hands over her body and cleared her energy field, all the while loving her intensely. All of a sudden she opened her eyes, looked directly into mine, and smiled. Thank you Ev. It is what I hold today.
The Angels share that we communicate exactly this way when we are "dead." There is no miscommunication in the heart. You either love or you don't. Ev taught me that. I honor her today.
In this physical world we make so much noise we forget the inner beauty and depth of wisdom that comes from the stillness. Ev taught me there is love to be found in the quiet spaces.
Today I see her smiling, surrounded with her men - our shared Dad, whom we adored, her first husband, who made us all laugh, and her second husband who died soon after they had found each others souls.
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