November has not been an easy month this year.
I lost my first best friend to an unexpected death on November 1st. We met when we were 11 years old, she would have been 54 in December. It was such a shock because it was so unexpected, yet she was having medical problems that were never identified. Now there is the mystery of what caused her passing.
I am told that this particular November’s full moon provided an easier portal to the next plane of existence and that if one really desired to go, one would be able to will it to happen.
I know that Wendy missed her husband so much.
She lost him to cancer about 4 years ago and she never finished grieving. I feel like Dave must have called to her through that portal and she willingly went to him. I don’t know if this is a true representation of what happens to us spiritually when our body dies, but the thought gives me comfort and it feels right.
The next thing that happened is that I almost lost my dog, Holly.
She is a border collie mix, about 11 years old. She has been staying with my friend while I am living with my parents trying to get back on my feet. Well, my friend lost her home and ended up in a motel with my dog along with her 3 little dogs.
I mounted a Facebook campaign to get help:
a rescue, a foster home or something. Ended up with people contacting me willing to help in many ways. One woman took food and treats to the hotel, along with leashes and collars. Another woman provided for vet care for all 4 dogs and helped raise money for my friend’s motel bill so that she could stay with the dogs.
Eventually a friend from church offered to foster Holly and so Holly is now with her.
I am really happy about that because my friend who was keeping Holly is now on the move to Arkansas! It’s hard enough losing 2 friends without losing my dog too!
I know this friend is not really lost to me, but living so far away and making a life will limit our communication. I will miss her. I’ll miss talking on the phone almost every day sharing stories about our grand children.
I turned 55 this month, and the week of my birthday was very peaceful. I had come to turns pretty much with Wendy’s death and Rexann’s decisions, also with the idea that I may have to allow Holly to be adopted.
My family celebrated my birthday over the time of several days, which was wonderful! Mom took me shopping, dad had already paid for my membership at 24 hour fitness, my son and his wife bought me a new camera.
My parents took me and Samantha to lunch on my birthday, we had fabulous Mexican food and I had Flan for the first time. Sammie of course had a corn dog and fries!
But aside from all the gifts, I felt the love.
Feeling the love enabled me to remember all that I have to be grateful for. It is just too much to list here, but I will say I am grateful for my family and my friends, and how being with them all enriches my life in spite of or maybe because of my financial situation.
The last 2 years of my life have been a journey of healing for me, and it still continues. I have come so far from where I was that I can now look toward the future with anticipation for what may come next!
I think that even though 55 has had such a shocking beginning, it looks to be a really good year.
Please share with me a time in your life when you felt great change, experienced loss, or received some kind of healing!