I'm sure her spirit is happy to know you are remembering. You may never know the reason, but your best way would be to meditate surrounded by light and ask to connect with her to receive that information. I wonder how difficult it must have been for women in a time of such great restriction and patriarchal opinions. No freedom or acknowledgment. Sad to imagine.
I'm still gathering all the facts I can find surrounding her death. I have always wondered about her but there is and still will be so much I will never know. It just seems once I reached the age she was when she died (51...I'm 52 now...the age my father was when he died from cancer in this same house), I needed to start documenting details of who she was and the life she lived prior to coming to the south. The only person I have left to fill in any personal blanks is my mother and she was estranged from her for most of her life. It's such a complex situation. That's why I'm opening up my intuition to her so she knows that I acknowledge her existence and importance in my life, even though she died when I was 5yo.
So poignant. What must’ve led her to her death? It doesn’t matter, of course. What a lively vow you’ve made. I have a grandmother who died when my dad was four. I wish she could’ve seen him grow up, known she had grandchildren, all of it. Isn’t life strange.
So powerful, Becki. Such important healing work.
Blessings to you, Becki🌱💚🌿💫
I'm sure her spirit is happy to know you are remembering. You may never know the reason, but your best way would be to meditate surrounded by light and ask to connect with her to receive that information. I wonder how difficult it must have been for women in a time of such great restriction and patriarchal opinions. No freedom or acknowledgment. Sad to imagine.
I'm still gathering all the facts I can find surrounding her death. I have always wondered about her but there is and still will be so much I will never know. It just seems once I reached the age she was when she died (51...I'm 52 now...the age my father was when he died from cancer in this same house), I needed to start documenting details of who she was and the life she lived prior to coming to the south. The only person I have left to fill in any personal blanks is my mother and she was estranged from her for most of her life. It's such a complex situation. That's why I'm opening up my intuition to her so she knows that I acknowledge her existence and importance in my life, even though she died when I was 5yo.
So poignant. What must’ve led her to her death? It doesn’t matter, of course. What a lively vow you’ve made. I have a grandmother who died when my dad was four. I wish she could’ve seen him grow up, known she had grandchildren, all of it. Isn’t life strange.
There is so much more of this story I’m trying to develop into a longer piece. I’ll keep you posted!
Lovely. Common typo I make!