I Miss My Mom - Thoughts I Have Every Day by Raquel and Ricky
Date 5/4/2020
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But was she truly gone?
As a medium, I know all too well that life goes on. That spirit speaks. Had she really left me? Or is she with me now, always? I happen to know that she is here. In all her glory, in all her finery, she is fierce. The energy that pulled me through the grief of her passing never left. I still hear her laugh, I still laugh at her wit, she is still around us. In the in between and beyond the veil, she is here.
Every day, someone loses someone. Every day, that someone is our mother. The life giver, the one who birthed us into this world. It doesn’t matter the relationship status. Whether it was bad, toxic, good, you had to raise her, she had to be more patient with you, she was controlling, she was passionate, she loved you or you despised her, her passing matters. For those of us who came to terms with their mother before they passed away, it can be very difficult to navigate their death. For those of us who had issues, damages, difficulties with their mother, their passing is equally difficult. Our focus is different, but the grieving is the same. What part of ourselves do we lose when she goes? The grieving process for everyone is a unique experience, but fundamentally the same. Most of us will go numb, some will grieve with anger, some will remain quiet, while others speak loudly about their pain. It matters not how everyone grieves, because in the end, we heal. In the end for me, I miss my mom so much.
She was a wild woman, with a brilliant smile. Cunning and mischievous, smart and funny, cruel and narcissistic, she had a way with wit that could make even the most serious man crack a smile. She would light up a room like a rock star and steal the show from any headliner. My mother was a goddess. A mistress of the night, and a powerful medium. She kept my mind and third eye open to the expansive world beyond the veil. She saw in me what she saw in my brother Ricky, a natural born medium. She taught me, guided me, and then let me navigate this path on my own, leaving me with the tools to ignite the fire inside me to communicate with the other side. I am more than fortunate to have my brother share in our passion of mediumship, and we both have her to thank for that gift. Our mother bonded us not just in blood, but by spirit. And I am forever grateful.
My Brother Ricky’s Words On Our Mother:
I thought sharing about the legacy of our mother would be easy. It isn't. Even though the most important thing she taught me was the fact that Earth is school and Heaven is home, the void of her passing is as real as the love I have for her. Significant and complex. She was as beautiful as any Hollywood diva; far more intelligent and stronger than any man I've known (and like our mother, I've known more than a few) and most of all our mother was a phenomenal psychic medium. She was so gifted it was almost spooky, even for me then and to this very day.
Years before Raquel came down to our world, Granny, our mother and I would sit at the kitchen table with a very and special old spirit board. I would watch with amazement as she'd hold her beautiful hands over it and the planchette would glide across it to meet her. Her long-lacquered nails would BARELY touch it as it would zoom across the letters.
We didn't use it often; it was almost a game. (Or was it?)
Our mother taught me that the board was a "tool", like the tarot, or runes. Our real connection with the spirit world comes from within one's own self. Without a trace of arrogance, simply stating and demonstrating evidential mediumship, she would remind me that our family is sufficiently endowed not to depend what she called a crutch or a prop.
Our mother was commonly referred to as a witch, and honestly, just as often, another word that rhymes with it. And not without merit.
After a sleepless night, the morning after she died, I looked out the window and thought "This is the first time in my life the sun hasn't risen on both of us."
It was then I heard her voice with crystal clarity: “Where I am now, the sun never sets." I can't say that I was surprised to hear from her, but it was profound.It validates how so many times I've had a client say, "Tell him/her I love her", or "Let him know…"You don't need a Medium for them to hear you.
They DO hear us.
I've been blessed to convey entire conversations between the living and the dead that took place driving in the car or cried within a tear-soaked pillow. I DO have a dollar for every time I've heard "How do you know that?"It's not complicated. Heaven is real. Love never dies.
I am Ricky, proud and grateful to be my mother's son, ironically called the same names, only not as beautiful as she was and ever shall be.
Earth is school.
Heaven is home.
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3. The Contact
4. Environmental Changes
5. The Dream
The spirit of our mother does not return to their loved ones to inflict fear or pain. They want to communicate with you as much as you want to communicate with them. I realize that it can be unnerving when any of the above occur, but rest assured, love continues onto the next life. Love never dies the way the body does. Our spirits continue to heal, grieve, mourn, love, grow, and mature. We are an ever-evolving energy that continually changes through transitional phases of our existence.
How to Cope with Your Mother’s Death on Mother’s Day
One year, I sat and listened to Dolly Parton. When I was a child, we would drive around Oahu listening to a “Best of Dolly Parton” cassette and sing along together. It was such a fond memory and the feeling of being with her in our favorite place brings such joy to my heart. Now, the bottle of wine I consumed didn’t help with the tears that followed. But, in that moment of heartfelt sadness, I felt a sense of healing. No one can take that memory away from me. It felt like I was 6 again, riding in the car singing “Coat of Many Colors” together as we drove on the Pali Highway. Those memories are priceless, except the hangover the day after. That felt costly.
We must always remember that our mother is still with us. I cannot stress that enough. Of course, as a medium, I have insider knowledge that lets me know that statement is true. Don’t be afraid to celebrate with her. Avoiding the day only makes it worse. Embrace the day knowing that she would want you to be happy and free. Free from grief and sorry. Happy to know you had her for a very limited amount of time, but she is forever in your heart.
There is no strict formula to follow, only what works for you. Don’t be afraid of failure because there is no such thing when it comes to grief that comes with the loss of your mother. Take each Mother’s Day one day at a time. Trust me, each one will have its own trials, and each Mother’s Day will have its own beautiful memories.
Happy Mother’s Day with love from Raquel and Ricky!
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Nuna1111: Raquel, Thank you for sharing. Your Mother beauty is within you. I’m sure she is with you every step of your life. She looks like a movie star! So creative and outrageously fun. I can see her in you. Through you she lives on forever and ever! God bless you and Ricky!
JacquieD: What a beautiful tribute to your mom! Not only is she beautiful in spirit...she's just plain beautiful!! Thank you for affirming that they are with us even if we can't see them. Wishing you all a very Happy Mother's Day.