Living my “3” Year= 30th Bday

I love playing around with Numerology. I have found that when adding up my bday and the year I’m in now, I’m living a “3” life at the moment. Plus, so many synchronicities… in my life related to the “3”. By the way…It’s Taurus Season!!!!

So, let’s begin….

I add 5+9+1+9+8+7= 39, 3+9= 12, 2+1=3 my birth life path numbers are 39/12/3…Creative Cooperation

I add 5+9+2+0+1+7= 24, 2+4=6, this year is  also a 24/6….Vision & Acceptance

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39/12/3 means according to my book,  The Life You Were Born To Live by Dan Millman, my life path says “m here to work through, issues of creativity, cooperation, and integrity, expressing themselves through creative teamwork, aligned with higher wisdom”…”abundant creative energy”….”highly emotional and intuitive”…”hypersensitive”. “Once they overcome self-doubt and step forward into the world with their unique combination of talents and drives, their fortunes will rise to the occasion”. Living a “3” life path number…. “People born under this Number are ambitious and they usually have a very strong will. Most of them are quite busy about their careers, for many people that that are born with Number 3 it may be not easy to accept a subordinate position. They know what it means – to have power and they know how to use it. These people always have enough energy to make their dreams come true, they rarely doubt and they do not like the other to be uncertain. People of Number 3 are usually building great plans, because they know how to implement them.”

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I’ve had self-doubt so often in my life… I still deal with it. The great part about it is, so does everyone else. I’m never alone in that. I had doubt airing my dirty laundry, but i feel much more free because I’m getting to express myself through writing….and I’m getting great responses from it all. I was nervous of judgement of things related to spirituality, healing, and magick. Other people try to project their fear on you when they don’t understand. I’ve always been into these things, but i couldn’t step fully into my calling until i went through my phases/ascensions. Understanding duality of life. I can be that voice to say “hey, i’ve been on both sides…this is what it’s like!” I just have to say, God, I’m so grateful! It brings you to a level of judging less, but giving more insight. Helping, healing….

Healer

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I was supposed to be a healer. Back in 4th/5th grade, my mom and my step dad were arguing and fighting(as usual), but thing that changed that day was when she almost died. I don’t take credit for saving her life. She was banging on the a glass window, trying to get my step dad’s attention as he rode off with his friend…Her arm with through the window and she began to bleed every where….she staggered to the back of the house, bleeding everywhere. My brothers and i were shocked. I had to think quick. I knew that if we had a cut to add pressure, so i hollered for my brothers to get me towels and the phone. I wrapped them around her arm to cover the main vein aka the Basilic Vein. She was already a Caucasian woman, but she was even more white. I thought she was going to die. Im sure in the midst of it all i called 911. They ended up taking her to the hospital. I was left to do damage control…I had to mop up the blood. It was a lot. I cant remember my step dad showing back up and cant remember him going to the hospital. Hopefully he did.

After that experience, I made sure that my path was planned for me to be a RN or Vet. I thought to myself, if i can help save my own mothers life, then surely i can help others.

Life takes a several turns….

Well, I’m not a RN yet…i have several decades to get through, but i did graduate with a Communication degree hence I’m here writing now with debt! LOL I was told by a spiritual advisor that I can heal in other ways…so now I’m putting more energy into my blog, candle making, and doing oracle readings. I’m on a mission to heal!

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Im also in a “6” year! Its about Vision and Acceptance. I’m here to ” work through perfectionism, process, and responsibility, taking life one step at a time, manifesting my vision in practical ways, and accepting the inherent perfections of life”. Living a “6” year… ”  While the 6 is considered the most harmonious of all single-digit numbers, it is not without its flaws and upsets. The most important influence of the 6 is its loving and caring nature. Properly nicknamed the motherhood number, it is all about sacrificing, caring, healing, protecting and teaching others. No family or community can function without the power of the 6 to keep them together and safe. She is the glue that keeps a family or community together. “

Peace and Blessings,

Random Mixed Chick

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Bag of Tears

Greeting Family!

I’m back again…like I said I would be with more blog posts! Last night, I shared with you all my Redemption and Self-worth post about being a mistress aka an “Easter Egg”.

This is going to be a heavy post because I have been sitting on these feelings for a while.

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My mother passed in October 2012. Although I was there for her while she was ill, it still didn’t change the fact that she was physically about to expire. Nothing or no one can prepare anyone for death. Of course, I was in an ever changing spiritual state of questioning life and death back then. More importantly, where do souls go since we’re made up of energy? No Christian (my faith at the time) could tell me. Now, I realized that I didn’t properly mourn her death. 2013 was rough as hell! So much was going on…death, surviving undergrad/grad school, my break up, stress(which turned into me having alopecia in 2014), and navigating being a single mother.

Death really became a new beginning.

I was semi-suicidal and depressed. I was a foster child, so I already didn’t have my mom around for most of my pre-teen and teenage years. I debated killing myself several times. For what? I thought it would fix the pain, but I am glad that I realized I would be inflicting so much involuntary agony towards my family.  During this gloomy time, I stopped talking to family and friends. I dropped out of grad school…I felt too depressed to finish. I had heightened relationship issues with my kid’s father that seemed to magnify after her death. The issue was that I didn’t know how to properly mourn. Does anyone ever though?

Sad excuses because I’m supposed to be a big girl, right?

January through March 2013, I finally mourned her. I finally let go of the pain of watching her on a breathing machine and hearing that “death rattle”…that’s when your lungs fill with fluid. I let go of burdens dealing with her being in another city having to catch the bus in the rain, while being weak coming from dialysis. I regret that. I am literally shamefully sobbing right now. I was fucked up.  I fucked up! I was so busy living in another city, being a mom, being a live-in GF to a guy who didn’t seem to appreciate me (but shit, did I even appreciate myself?), graduating undergrad, going to grad school, trying to balance bills and be “grown”, and still travel up and down the highway to see her when her other kids couldn’t make it.

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Watching her life deteriorate before my eyes was by far the hardest shit I’ve ever had to go through. Sitting by her thinking of all those times I was a smart ass to her…thinking about all those times I could have hugged her, or came to see her more. Or hell, moved my kid’s father out and moved her into my home just spend a little more time with her.

I’ll tell you this…that woman was a Scorpio Rebel! Side note… she and my daughter’s birthdays are a day apart. She was supposed to share a birthday with my daughter, but the C-section didn’t go as planned and….she got on my nerves that day, so I asked God to not let my daughter be born on her birthday…ughh. Yes, I know petty. I am sorry mama.

Getting back on task here…

This heifer came on the Greyhound bus a year, or so prior…2 hours from our birthplace to TELL me (didn’t ask,) she was moving in with me….transferred her doctors and dialysis to move up here. I met her at the Greyhound station and told her she had to go back. When I look back, I question myself if I even deserved her love and affection she was trying to give me. She still loved me anyway and looked past all the bullshit that I was giving her. I was too focused on trying to work out that dead ass relationship with my kid’s dad over building another with her.  STOP RESURRECTING DEAD ASS RELTIONSHIPS! This random man told me, and I’ll never forget in that Greyhound station, that I will never get another mother and to treat her right.

Did I take his advice? No, it fell on deaf ears until she was on her death bed.

Fast forward to 2014 to mid-2015/2016….I began going overboard with the piercings, mostly, and tattoos. I was swimming in a puddle of pain…straight drowning actually. I love my tats and piercings… and I still believe its self-expression, but in reality, I was self-mutilating some pain away as well. Again, this was around the time of me exploring my sexuality and being a mistress as well(ending part of 2014 thru mid 2015… I was in a relationship…just needed to add). I was in a ton of emotional shit. Do you feel me? Now that I think about it, every time I was emotionally rejected through those months…I got a piercing. The over abundance of piercings really began to happen often in 2015…I have had/have just about all types of piercings 😉

Another side note…

I’m spiritually being nudged to tell you all about that time my mom came to visit me for Christmas. I had just revived that dead ass break up with my kids father, before the “big break up”, in 2011 going into 2012. I was pregnant with my son and my daughter was about 2 or 3…I treated my mom so bad. I was scared that I was pregnant, scared that I made the wrong decision to even have sex with him. God, I literally had a panic attack in the bathroom. Thoughts raced through my mind…”what if he leaves me” or “how am I going to finish college and work on $7.25 hour paycheck?” It was little the things that annoyed me during that time. God, I would like a do-over.

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Consistent cycles….

Every year…at the beginning of the year, I literally go through depression, suicidal thoughts, and now, anxiety. I have probably always had anxiety and just pinpointed what it was.

This year was no different. Only difference was that I hadn’t gotten any new piercings in 2017. I don’t have much left to pierce, truth be told. This year I broke down in my employers bathroom crying…walking back in and out of the office…to go unnoticed…that I was really battling with some emotions inside. I was fucked up, for a lack of a better statement. I had taken all that I felt I could take. I wrote my “tribe” a letter saying this is it. I’ll make a will and to please take care of my kids. Of course, being the kind family that they are…they reached out. I explained that I missed my mom, life is stressful, and my job is just shaky. I couldn’t leave anyway…who would be here to help heal others, or love on my kids like me, or even to be that optimistic person in a room full of naysayer’s and Debbie Downers? I have to stay. My mission would be incomplete.

Self-Evaluation…..

I finally realized what I was going through. It is called a “deathversary”. It is when you become emotional around the months that your loved one passed. My aunt helped me figure it out. I wasn’t crazy…this is normal behavior. Anxiety isn’t a joke. You’re one cry away from leaving your natural life at times.

Are you struggling too?

What has to be done…is that you have to doing something fun, or doing something in their remembrance around that time. For me, I’d probably get a massage somewhere to relax and be around people who care for my well-being…who can speak life into my situation and emotions. Say affirmations. Grounding yourself at the park in the grass…dig your feet into the earth. Hug a tree. Mediate in nature. We’re going to make it!

I am not alone. You are not alone. We are loved. We can overcome anxiety, depression, and suicidal thoughts. Mourning is natural. I talk to my mom out loud because I know her soul visits me. Her energy comforts me when I’m sad. That hell raising Scorpio wouldn’t ever leave me!

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The best thing to happen to me was being a mom to a silly Cancer boy and a little Scorpio baby girl. She is so much like me…and my mom. We’re all funny in a weird, quirky way. I’ll share this again…The night my mom passed; I was filling out her paper work to go into hospice. She wasn’t having that. She didn’t want to go in a place like that. That heifer died before she went into a hospice care center! LOL But…that night when I got off the phone with her doctor…I know I felt my mom’s spirit flow through me. I reached for my babies kneeling in the kitchen…hugging them so tight…telling them that I loved them. They couldn’t comprehend at that moment. I couldn’t understand what I was doing. She was telling me goodbye and that she loved me…and she always felt like my brother and I were my kids. So, now, as I write this and watch my 2 Peas as they rest…I get to look at them in amazement every night as they sleep in my bed…just thinking…damn, my mama looked at us the same way! That thought keeps me content.

Peace and Blessings,

Random Mixed Chick

It Could Be You……

Hello Beauties!   It’s 4 a.m. and Im awake! My daughter woke me up….because she had an “accident” the bed. She is 5 years old and she typically doesnt have accidents, but when she does, I usually get upset.

My logic is that maybe if she sees my disapproval about it, then maybe she will try hard to just get up. Sometimes kids forget and you have to limit how much they drink before bed. I can say that I have become very accustomed to not having to get up and change diapers, or bed sheets any longer….so long are those days! But, no…. It happens. I actually caught myself this morning….I told her what she needed to do since SHE wet the bed…take the sheets off and change her clothes….Of course she was unable to do it. I am Mom…and she is accustommed to me doing the dirty work 🙂

After I was done washing her sheets, God spoke to me softly when i got back in my bed and I realized…. 1. This could be me in my Silver years 2. Just help her because you love her…dont make her ashamed of what she has done. can you imagine being old in adult diapers while having your children have to change you just for them to scold you and say, “Didnt i tell you not to pee on yourself, Mom?” How sad and ashamed you would feel. Im not going to do that to her again and Im going to apologize to her when she wakes up in the morning…because it as just an “accident” and it could be me….

These are the moments that help me the most while on this Journey to being the best mom…EVER! Sometimes you need reminding how much of a child you are in your adult life. You were once ther too…wetting the bed..:) Lesson Learned …..

Peace and Blessings,

Random Mixed Chick

This had me thinking as well….. Enoy the poem…I got it from my Facebook timeline…

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“My dear girl, the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If when we talk, I repeat the same thing a thousand times, don’t interrupt to say: “You said the same thing a minute ago”… Just listen, please. Try to remember the times when you were little and I would read the same story night after night until you would fall asleep. When I don’t want to take a bath, don’t be mad and don’t embarrass me. Remember when I had to run after you making excuses and trying to get you to take a shower when you were just a girl? When you see how ignorant I am when it comes to new technology, give me the time to learn and don’t look at me that way … remember, honey, I patiently taught you how to do many things like eating appropriately, getting dressed, combing your hair and dealing with life’s issues every day… the day you see I’m getting old, I ask you to please be patient, but most of all, try to understand what I’m going through. If I occasionally lose track of what we’re talking about, give me the time to remember, and if I can’t, don’t be nervous, impatient or arrogant. Just know in your heart that the most important thing for me is to be with you. And when my old, tired legs don’t let me move as quickly as before, give me your hand the same way that I offered mine to you when you first walked. When those days come, don’t feel sad… just be with me, and understand me while I get to the end of my life with love. I’ll cherish and thank you for the gift of time and joy we shared. With a big smile and the huge love I’ve always had for you, I just want to say, I love you … my darling daughter.” Original text in Spanish and photo by Guillermo Peña. Translation to English by Sergio Cadena

Do As I Say…and As I Do!! :)

Hello Beauties!

A comment that I put on my last post inspired me to write this one…

 

Kids are so impressionable at any age, but truly when they are under ten year old, in my opinion. They are so observant and listen closely to your every word…even when you think they are not….! I know you have faked sleep once, or twice when your parents, or parents friend were having a “grown folks conversation”…..Ummmm hummmm. 🙂 We all did it…we were all inquisitive….and still really are… For example…there is an accident pulled over to the median. What do we all naturally do? We stare for as long as our wheel and brakes will allow us to AND we may even roll down the window. So, we all want to know something.

I grew up in the 80-90’s, so McDonald’s and Burger King were a treat..we didn’t eat there everyday. In 2015, its far from a treat. It is a death sentence by choice. Sarcastically speaking, I’m unsure if the salad is even healthy. If you choose to partake in it, eat it in so much moderation that you’re barely eating it at all! My family cooked at home and I cant say that I always wanted it, but if I got hungry enough, then it was eaten. Not many people are cooking at home and when they shop for groceries, they head for the middle aisles…where are the sugary, gooey treats are…Then you have parents who are just getting off work and are tired..I get it. *raises hand* I am too. I have alarms set…here is my schedule:

5:30 a.m. Wake up. Get work out clothes on and kids clothes on

6 a.m. Feed the kids

6:25 a.m. Heading to daycare * thank God they are open this early*

6:35 a.m. Drive to the park

6:45 a.m. MaymyRun and Pandora…locked and loaded

7:30 a.m. 2 miles around park….maybe step runs once or twice..Done.

7:45 a.m. Doing either arm exercise, tummy, or back workouts

8:15 a.m. Getting ready for work

6:45 p.m. Working out with the kids at the park again

IT’S A CHOICE!

I’m becoming disciplined because you wouldn’t get me up that early to save your own life 🙂 Now, I can! 🙂

You have to re-route your food choices. Only shop for foods on the outside areas. Fruits/Veggie section will ALWAYS be my first place to go. Then, Meat section…followed by Dairy area. Until i learn how to make my own sauces, etc..that’s when i will stay off those aisles. My kids watch me…they see what kind of fruits we ingest…they even watch my exercise…I make it so important that it becomes important to them. It so good for me because I ask random people running up the stairs if they want to race, so it becomes fun for everyone. I don’t care if i look foolish…its about living! Sometimes i give them kid version of being healthy and then some days I give them NC-17 version…For example: “If you eat fast food all the time, you will become over weight…like me…and you will be unhappy…like me…and you will have a plethora of diseases attached to you…UNLESS you make the CHOICE to eat better”. I explain, that mean eating fresh fruits and vegetables, trying green smoothies, sticking to a strict carb intake. I’m learning that food tastes good, but Im not going to scarf down so much that I’m sick because I’m choosing to binge eat. And you know…that is actually a disorder.

Parents: Set great examples…it costs less than you think to eat healthy… You can get out of Walmart with pineapples, blueberries, raspberries, strawberries, kale, spinach, and even tomatoes…with about $25-30. That is the same amount that you would spend on one meal full of junk. Do better so our kids can do better. Diabetes is real…and I have it. I don’t want my kids to have it and deal with what I’m putting myself through when I CHOOSE to binge eat. I had a blood sugar at 300-400…my body is use to, but I’m damaging organs and nerves in the process. In this past week alone, I have managed to get my blood sugar down to 92- 115. I’m amazed and i rechecked….because i though the meter was lying…* as if it can talk back*.

Were going to do this together…..No one gets left behind!!

I’m challenging everyone to walk 2 miles a day in the park for at least 3 days. Eat 2 more vegetables and fruits in replace of a starch like mashed potatoes, or pasta. 🙂

I believe in you 🙂

Peace and Blessings,

 

Random Mixed Chick

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Journey of Singlehood: Alone, but Never Lonely

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Hello Blessed and Beautiful One’s!

I find myself almost 8 months post-single…and guess what? I’m happy and Satisfied. In any journey, there will be past memories and struggles along the way. The road is never promised to be super easy. Letting go and giving my troubles to God turned out not to be so hard. I made my choice and was satisfied in it. I hear people always say, “when she is tired, she will no longer argue” or “when a woman is fed up...” …well I was well over due to end that chapter of my life, after 5 years and two children.

To be honest, we always argued and I was always so fearful of leaving. We went to relationship workshops and even sought counseling to help with our issues.At times, I felt like i couldn’t survive without him, but who i didn’t involve enough in my relationship was God, until the very end. I kept praying and making broken promises to God until the end of last year.

Love, to me, isn’t fearful when God is involved. Jesus is Love. I wrestled with that relationship for 5 years and when i finally decided to let go and let God…i felt so free. It was much hurt and pain paired with some happy times. We both fell short in certain aspects of each other, but I wouldn’t want to change anything. Those 5 years is my story, my journey…and i truly believe that their is better to come..along with my Boaz.

My future husband will love me unconditionally, he will respect me, he will adore me, he will comfort me, he will not be intimidated by anything, he will be so much like God that it would be hard for me to tell the difference…and that, in my heart i know, is some very powerful love here on Earth.

Until I am found, i will continue to witness, share my life stories, and all of my testimonies for others to know that you need not be fearful of anything, but the Lord.

 

Peace and Blessings,

Random Mixed Chick

Now Boarding…Round Trip to The Potty

Hello Random People,

 

If you are a parent ,then you know how long and dreadful some days and nights are while potty training your little “mini-me’s”.

Potty training just doesn’t stop at the potty, us parents have to be prepared for anything that may happen during the day. Always on guard….like its a military mission for your child not to have an accident-especially not in public.

What keeps me prepared, as my child is in the beginning stages of potty training is to ask, then make her go to the potty and try to use it…even when i get a reply in a 3 yr. old voice say “Pee-pee not come back mommy, its not come back….”. I also carry at least 3 pairs of panties and a change of pants. I would even go so far as to suggest a clean pair of socks….because when it rains, it pours-everywhere. 🙂 Another idea that i have been trying -which also works for us-is to get my child up to potty every time i use the restroom- no matter the time, or location.

This is a learning lesson for me in the area of patience. I have to be patient because children didn’t come into the world holding their bowels and neither did we, so i cant expect too much, even if i want it that way, from my child. I have my 3 yr. old also telling me “ugh, be patient mommy” when i need her to come on out from playing with the water faucet(she learns to wash her hands as well), or hurrying up from use the potty. Remember, you will get frustrated and that’s fine, just remember that it is something that will need to be learned. No matter how angry, or frustrated you get because you have to change bed sheets at 2:30 A.M. It’s going to be just fine…Inhale…Exhale…and smile…because they are watching how you react.

Stay tuned for more potty training tales, quotes, and suggestions for beginning mommy’s and daddy’s teaching their big kids how to use the potty! 😉

 

Peace and Blessings,

 

Random Mixed Chick

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Use sticker charts to demonstrate how well your child has gone to the potty and for how long.

The Cutest Potty Ever!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Savor Precious Earthly Time

Dear Random People,

Well…. So much has changed since the last time you viewed my blog or post.

If you read my post in September “Our Journey with A Touch of Death” ( http://wp.me/p2o6zp-2l), everyone knows that i was openly discussing how sick my mother was with Stage 4 Lung Cancer and how she was in her last stages of dialysis as well. Besides being by her bedside for 3 consecutive weeks in August and September, my children and SO went to visit her again at the end of September. After we left, my mother got progressively worse and the doctors only took comfort measures, as i was told, to make life feel a little better. I tried countless times to call her, some failed and sometimes i could speak with her if she wasnt feeling so tired. The last time i spoke to my mother was October 9 as i was driving to Old Navy to buy a sweater for the fair later that night….Even with chaos and sadness, i was trying to have date night with my SO. I did get to speak to her as my uncle woke her up to talk to me. I told her “I love you” twice to make sure she heard me and she told me she loved me as well, but she had slurred speech and was very tired. For a moment i thought she had 2nd stroke, but i was wrong. Her body was shutting down at a constant rate now. I attempted to call her again on October 12 around 6:45 pm and 7:00 pm, after trying hard to call the days in between, but no answer from her in the hospital room. So, i called the nurses station and the nurse was discreetly warning me that she wasnt doing very good and that someone needed to come see about her. I kind of shrugged it off thinking i could wait at least a little longer until i could get more money, but time was not my side anymore. The doctor called me about 7:30 pm to tell me that my mother died a little before she called me. I was speechless. I felt like i could sense something going wrong because i started to think about her so much, my chest started hurting as i hugged my child. All i could tell him was i loved him before the doctor called me. I did what anybody would do and cried hard, then got myself together because i had to leave.

My SO, my kids, and myself rushed to the hospital( in another city). Usually the hospital only allows the body to be in the room for about 4 hours; they made an exception to me because i was traveling. When i saw her she looked the same sort of, but without soul. My aunts and uncles were there in the room to visit as well. Her body was cold and stiff, but i didnt even care. I would have hugged her lifeless if it meant having her back. I have never really been so close to a dead person and oddly enough, it didnt bother me to be around her. I even walked back into the room by myself to talk to her as her soul could only listen. Im grateful that my aunts came to see about her the day before she died. They gave her a bath, even when the nurses at the hospital would not, and fed her a little. Come to think about it, she left this world eating a pizza and drinking pepsi when we came to visit her in September after she told me that she would show me that she could order it against my wishes. 🙂

We buried her the following Friday. It was a long process that i never want to repeat again. I kept myself together at the wake until the end when the priest began to pray. I let myself go; I wanted her to come back to me so we can start over, spend more time together, and argue about her moving up here with me. The graveside services was the same, but a reality really setting in that she is not coming back to me. Im glad i had tons of family support and friend support on that day. It made me happy to see relatives that i havent seen in a while and one’s i had never met.

The one thing that gave me internal peace the most was when my friend, myself, and my uncle were standing some distance away from the grave diggers putting her body in the ground, this beautiful monarch butterfly came flying near me. My uncle said that it was my mother. Usually im a skeptic of things, but it happened again. The diggers were almost done with dirt process while we all stood about 5 feet away from her grave. The same butterfly came flying by my head again. I researched what all that meant and some say when this happens it is the soul of the departed person telling the grieving person that they are okay. I hope that was her and i hope what i read was true.

Since the funeral, I have had some strange things happen in my home. Just recently, i was alone in my room doing a class project and the hairs on my forearm stood up. Only in the spot and it almost felt like it was a touching sensation. Then, the next night, im sitting alone in the living room watching tv and out the corner of my eye my child’s sock literally jumps off the couch. I was a little shocked, but started to pray to God and asked if it was anything evil to rebuke it and spoke out loud to my mom that if it was her to not scare me, but to allow me to keep seeing the butterfly for the moment. I wasnt as scared as was before because im spiritually stronger before all this happened to me and now. My perspective is that death and even spirits are just a part of life.

I miss my mother so much and nothing in life can prepare you for this feeling and process. Im a planner by nature and thought even while she was sick i told myself that im going to toughen up and understand in my mind that she is going to die, while having this kind of stoic expression going on. I was grieving before she died because of the idea. All i can do now is miss her, listen to old voice mails, and watch videos of her doing the “tootsie roll” in the hospital bed. One thing for sure is that my mom had a sense of humor, strong will to live, and a will to do as she pleased because she told everyone she was not going in a nursing home- and she did just that.  That’s a tough woman!

Anyone who is out there with a sick parent and the prognosis is that they may not have long to live…..give them the foods that they want, spend time with them all day and night, pray with them them, entertain them, and most importantly love them and laugh with them because in the end you go back and wonder just how much of their precious earthly time you savored before they depart.

With all this being said…stayed tuned for new weekly, or even daily, post about me changing my health and doing something about my weight… 🙂

Peace and Blessings,

Random Mixed Chick