11/11/2025
Hello Friends ....
I know it's been a while since I last posted. For those of you who know me, know that I normally take the summers off and I'm at my trailer. My trailer is where I wrote my international best-selling and award-winning book, Whispers from Beyond.
Anyway ... I'm back now! π
I wanted to share with you a little story. I hope you enjoy, and as always, please feel free to share.
Since being back from the trailer, I figured it was time to do a massive purge and get my house back into order. With Claude's (my "now" husband) help, we have rearranged three bedrooms (moving furniture from one room to another), we've been spackling and repainting, and we moved my office into my beautiful sunny sunroom.
I decided that we were going to clean out under the basement stairs. (No small feat) No one has been under there in three years, and it is full of stuff. (An old antique sewing machine, a chair, two sets of golf clubs, blankets and most importantly, three large totes of Bob's clothes.
Most of you know Bob was my first husband, who passed away suddenly in 2015. We were married for almost 18 years and together for 24.
As we pulled out the totes and I carefully went through them, I could feel Bob next to me. I took each one of his suits out and remembered how handsome he was in them. I laughed through tears at how some of his favourite sweatshirts were stained or ripped, and how he refused to get rid of them because they were comfortable. Then I heard him in his Polish accent say .... "It's been ten years, it's time."
I carefully packaged all his clothes (less his favourite Dallas Cowboys sweatshirt) and drove them to a local donation centre. I'm not going to lie, I cried when I got back into my jeep. Claude took my hand and asked gently if I was ok.
We dove for a while in silence, and in my mind, I asked for a sign from Bob that I had done the right thing by finally getting rid of his clothes. As we continued to drive, I gazed out the window and happened to look at a house that I had seen a million times before. The numbers on the house were 143.
I smiled, knowing that Bob was popping in to let me know he was happy that I had donated his clothes.
Remember friends ... once our loved ones pass, their physical possessions don't matter to them. But to us they do.
To us, they are a life vest in an ocean of grief that keeps them close to us. Only you will know when you don't need your life vest anymore.
Hugs,
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