Since the very beginning of Spencer being on the other side, there have been many moments when I witness him "remembering me" into a memory. I have to tell you that one minute ago I didn't know I would be sharing this, and this is exactly what I'm talking about.
There have been countless moments when I have been sitting somewhere, or walking alone, or lying in my bed, and all of the sudden out of what seems like nowhere, I'm pulled deep into a memory with Spencer. I'm remembering a moment we had together somewhere along the timeline of our lives together. What I realized early on when this began to happen is that, it's like he is reminding me of those moments, and that is what I refer to as him "remembering me". He is remembering me; reconnecting and reuniting me to my memories.
This happens for all of us, I am sure of it. We think that we're remembering something, but we are actually being taken into the memory intentionally by our loved one. I am absolutely sure of this. In those moments there is no death, there is only life; only love, as grief is a form of love, and an expression of gratitude -- sort of inside out and sometimes indiscernible as such. Then there are the moments when those we love who are beyond their bodies do something through us; either through an action or through something that is said. Something that is unmistakably them.
When Spencer departed, he had a lovely girlfriend, who was and is very dear to me. She was so devastated when he died that she had to go away, and she just disappeared. It was more than a year later when she resurfaced by way of a phone call. Shortly after that call, I went to visit her in northern California. Just minutes after we were together, we were standing in her kitchen talking and making tea, and a lightbulb literally blew up. We laughed, knowing that it was Spencer letting us know that he was there with us. We decided to go for a walk in the forest near her home. As we were walking along talking about him, I began to do something that at first seemed a bit odd. I reached over and put my hand under her long, dark hair at the back of her neck, and I began to move my fingers in a feathering-like motion up under her hair, on her neck. She turned her face toward me, her eyes filled with tears and said, "Spencer used to do that all the time".
It was a bittersweet moment; one of joy, because he was there with us, and one of sorrow, because he was not. Spencer wanted her to feel his love for her, and he wanted her to know that he was there, so he used me to do that.
I have had so many similar experiences since he died.
I share this because I believe that sharing those precious moments unites us, and comforts us, and helps us to realize that there is no end to the love that we have for one another; love just takes on different forms from time to time, and so do our relationships.
I think that you are right about how those on the "other side" can communicate with us. I have been just going about my daily routine, when all of a sudden someone who has passed over, someone who I haven't thought about in ages, their name or a memory of them will just pop into my mind. I like to think that it's them thinking about me and just wanting to say "hi, I'm still here and I am thinking about you." It does offer up a great comfort.
ReplyDeleteSharon, your writing is so beautiful. I feel Spencers presents today and often, and inspired me to write, I feel his love and that he brought us together, the magical times we had together on Figuero Mountain, a place his spirit is expressed through birds soaring and the winds whisper through the trees, a place Spencer lover and I feel blessed to share with you, in his memory. Love always, Derek
ReplyDeleteI lost a dear friend a little over two months ago,Im devastated.....but your words are very comforting...it would be lovely to feel that he is still here with me..thank you
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