Is there life after death?

Watching a loved one suffer through illness, and/or losing a loved one through death may be the most difficult and painful experience we will ever endure. One cannot put a time frame on the grieving process. Each of us moves through it at our own pace.

 With every death, however, there is a gift - one that reinforces that life is eternal.  The sun never sets on the soul and when we live in the faith and trust that our spiritual path requires, we are able to open to messages from other dimensions – to realize for certain that life doesn’t end with death.  We simply shed our human garment and the part of us that is the essence of who we are goes on forever, and it is the love that endures.

No matter how strong one’s faith may be, losing a loved one hurts one’s heart – deeply – and we sometimes wonder if we can ever be whole again.

I remember how difficult it was for me when my father passed on. His death was tremendously painful for me. I believed I would never again smile let alone laugh. My heart was aching and very heavy. Everything seemed dark and dismal.

 While I continued to teach classes, I found it too difficult to offer private sessions. I felt too vulnerable.  I didn’t want another individual to see or feel my pain.  After a time, and with great resistance, I conceded and began to again accept one-on-one appointments.

 My first three appointments were individuals grieving the loss of a parent!  A coincidence?  No.  God/Source brings to us those who will be mirrors for our own pain so that we have a greater opportunity to heal.  As I counseled these clients, I discovered that I was in fact counseling myself. It was like I had God/Source by my side whispering in my ear, “Listen to what you are saying Hannelore.”

As the pain eased in my client, the pain in my own heart eased. Since my father passed, I have been blessed with many signs. In fact – just as I wrote these very words an eagle swooped down no more than 10 feet away and flew right in front of my window! I have learned to trust these signs. When they make me think of my father, I know that they are gifts from him – and I whisper, “Thank you, Dad.”

Blessings,
Hannelore

“When the heart weeps for what it has lost, the soul laughs for what it has found.”
                                                                                                                    ~ Sufi aphorism

This story is in my upcoming book, The Other Side of the Window, Communing Beyond the Veil.