Signs of Mom
Psychic Jill remembers

10th May, 2010 - Posted by Jill x7888closeAuthor: Jill x7888 Name:
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The last Mother’s Day I had with my Mother was in 2008, three days before she died.  It was hard to acknowledge that this was the Mother’s Day I knew would be her last, as I walked into her hospital room carrying fresh cut lilacs.  She tried to feign a smile seeing her favorite flowers, but we both knew even lilacs wouldn’t make things different.

Because she had battled so many health issues the past few years, we used to joke about her being like a cat with 9 lives. One Halloween I even managed to find a kitchen tea towel with the image of a black cat on it that said “8 Lives left”. It was our way of coping with the inevitable.   She looked at me and said, “I think I’ve used up my last one.”

Since that Mother’s Day, and the days that followed, I have learned how a dedicated bond with someone never dies.  She has proven to me that her love still exists and began doing that shortly after her death.  Many clients ask me why they haven’t made connections with loved ones on the other side, the answer is easy.  Pay closer attention.

My Mother showed herself to me after death in some very incredible and tangible ways. She even used methods of apportation that to this day, if I, along with others, hadn’t witnessed with my own eyes, would never had believed.  But she also continues to show herself in very soft subtle ways, ways that carry messages that I know are meant just for me.

The lady bug that greets me on her headstone when I visit her gravesite, an insect that was dedicated to the Virgin Mary in the Middle Ages and holds a strong link to Mothers. 

The tiny, tiny spider almost invisible making rounds on the frame of my computer for two days reminding me to keep the balance between the physical and the spiritual, the frail web of regeneration. 

And then there is the black kitty that somehow ended up being a part of my family after being abandoned near my Mother’s house after her death. Just like my Mother, every time she sees that I have “forgotten” that I have stopped smoking, she will brush past me with a snub and a dirty look.

And of course, this time of year when I sit on my porch and smell the scent that drifts down from the beautiful purple lilacs that are always in bloom on Mother’s Day I know she is close by.