Before my mom died, I made her promise to haunt me. She said she would, but made me promise to believe it was really her. The night she died, I had a vivid dream where she sat me down to explain there were some important things she had gotten wrong in life. Her eyes were sparkling and she brought a friend to help me understand. This guy I’d never seen before helped her explain the way the world really works, but he also said I wouldn’t remember what they’d said. Which I don’t. Since then I’ve thought of this dream often (and those eyes!) and wondered what it really meant. What did she want me to know? Among other things, I think my Mom wanted to make sure I knew I had answers within me, and didn’t need her to guide me any longer. Still, being without her on this earthly plane has really kicked my ass. But today, rather than focus on the suckiness of it all, I’d like to share a few of the incredible things I’ve learned since my Mom died. Here goes:
- How to love myself like my Mom did – Missing her love is the hardest part. I never realized how much I depended on her confident reflection of me to lift me up when I was down. I mean, I knew. But, I couldn’t really know until she was gone. Now that my Mom’s not just a phone call away, I’ve been learning to look at myself through her eyes. Becoming a mother myself has helped. Sometimes, when I gaze in wonder upon my sweet babies, I remember my Mom, and how she looked at me that way too. In those moments, I feel her unconditional love for me, and I remember to love myself unconditionally too.
- Other mothers – While no one could ever replace my Mom, the world has provided me with an abundance of motherly love since her departure. Friends, family members, and even strangers have come together, most often without even knowing they’re doing it, to provide an emotional safety net that can still catch me when I’m falling. They help me bounce back from disappointment, celebrate achievements, get through motherhood, and remember to rest and rejuvenate from time to time. I am so lucky to have so many incredible women in my life and grateful to mom for teaching me how to receive that kind of powerful love.
- It’s always too soon. Since my mom died, people have often commented that it was too soon for me to be without her. But, really, no one is ever ready. I’ve seen the tears well up in my elders’ eyes when they recall their mamas. It’s the natural order of things that our parents die before we do. My Mom made my brother and I promise when we were kids that she got to go first. But that doesn’t mean any of us are ever ready. My Mom certainly wasn’t. She wanted to live to her very last breath. Even when her perception of reality was nearly gone, she would reach out in an instant to console us as we wept by her side. Life is sweet, and always too short.
- Death happens – My father died suddenly while my Mother died slowly. During the course of her illness and passing, I had lots of time to ponder death and dying. I confronted my own fears – of death, of being alone, of not having lived life to its fullest. I also couldn’t help but notice how uncomfortable most people were around my Mother. Some couldn’t even really look at her.Seeing her made them remember their own inevitable end. It’s funny how we all fear death so much. There’s great power in looking death in the eye and saying “I love you.” Even though none of us wanted death to come, it was such a blessing to be together. We shared so many tender moments, said everything that needed to be said, and finally, sat together in silent appreciation for all that we had become together.
- Greater interest in the non physical – One of the gifts of having people you love so much die, is a heightened interest in the non-physical aspects of being human. After Mom’s death, an Aunt told me a story about how she thought of my Mom (and her other beautiful sister, CiCi) anytime she saw hummingbirds. At the time, I was super pissed Mom wasn’t haunting me like she promised, but also worried that maybe she was and I was missing it. So I decided to borrow the hummingbird association and see what happened. I immediately saw them everywhere – and not just because it’s such a common and iconic image. My favorite story occurred shortly after my son was born. I was sitting on the porch at Star B nursing Leo while Ardea and the boys were off working on something. A hummingbird flew right up to us and proceeded to poke its little beak between each of Leo’s toes like they were flowers full of nectar before flying right up to my eye. I jumped back a little and she flew away, leaving me breathless and elated.
“Life is eternal; and love is immortal; and death is only a horizon; and a horizon is nothing save the limit of our sight.” ~Rossiter Worthington Raymond
My mom taught me that life often isn’t fair, but it is still always working out for me. She taught me how to see the good in everything and everyone, especially when I think I can’t. She is still teaching me. I look forward to whatever lessons – and hauntings:) – come next.
Love you mamacita, you’re still the best!
Jesse Dee
March 23, 2017 at 6:17 pm
My mom passed on june 13, 2016 at 59yrs old. I still feel like she isnt gone. Ive hit so many emotions and still cry almost everyday. She even passed in my home and i feel like she wasnt here. 😥
March 23, 2017 at 8:10 pm
Good luck to you as you approach your one year anniversary without her. You might like this post about how to celebrate anniversaries you never wanted: https://starbimaging.wordpress.com/2017/03/02/true-love/
March 23, 2017 at 3:41 am
My mom passed away January 1, 2016 at the age of 99 years old. I was 61 at the time. I still have emotional days (today was one). When I hear a hymn she loved, or even a top 10 song she got giggles from…I feel her with me. Sometimes I laugh a certain way that brings her laugh back into my presence. A phrase…a song…a laugh, and she is there. So sweet.
March 23, 2017 at 8:07 pm
So so sweet. I am loving hearing all the ways we each find to connect with our Moms. Thank you for reading and sharing.
March 22, 2017 at 5:23 pm
Thank you. I still think of those last 2 weeks spent with my mom as she lay dying, some of the most precious time I have ever spent. I remember her last words to me were ” put your head in my hands so you can feel how much I love you”. Spoken 7 years ago (almost to the day) and I cry every time I think of it. I miss her all the time so I loved what you had to say
March 22, 2017 at 8:12 pm
Wow, “so you can feel how much I love you” – love that! I hope you still feel that love often.
March 22, 2017 at 12:44 pm
Beautiful thoughts! Your taught /is teaching you well! ❤
March 22, 2017 at 8:09 pm
Thank you!
March 22, 2017 at 12:37 pm
I am yet another , who can verify these same types of experiences since losing my mom almost 9 years ago. Over the years that my mothers health failed, we discussed her contacting me after death several times. I asked her to let me know she was ok somehow. I told her, don’t come & stand over me in my bed as that might scare me. Something I’d take back now if I could. But I asked her to come to me as an owl, something she had loved as long as I could remember & that she collected all her life. I never told anyone else about this agreement we had.
The evening before her funeral, my brother, his wife & daughter, & myself were headed home from the funeral home & just outside of town, we all witnessed an owl sitting on a fence post that turned & looked at us as we drove past. Before I could say anything, my brother said, “I think that was mom”, I said “I know that was mom” & then proceeded to tell him about my pact with our dear precious mother. We have all gained comfort & strength from this experience & many since.
I truly believe she is all around me, I just have to slow down & open myself to her presence & the ways in which she shows me she is here
As hard as it is, there are blessings gained in going through the death of a parent. My dad has been gone almost 6 years, and again, the gifts received continue.
Thank you for an opportunity to share this publicly , I certainly have learned the same as you & it has strengthened me & changed my life for the better. They continue to teach us even after death.
March 22, 2017 at 8:08 pm
Wow, goosebumps. Love the owl pact. Thank you for sharing.
March 22, 2017 at 11:46 am
Beautiful story, thank you so much for sharing. Whenever I am not sure of something my mother always come to me in my dreams and let me know it’s ok . My mother pass the year I would have been 60, so that bday I didn’t celebrate . Death is one thing we can’t hide from.
March 22, 2017 at 8:07 pm
Thank you so much for reading:)
March 22, 2017 at 12:46 am
Such a nice read , thanks so much for posting .
I lost my precious Mom 8 months ago due to brain cancer .
Life will never be the same , I too , have learned a lot since her passing 😦
March 22, 2017 at 8:07 pm
Thank you for reading… may you continue to find your way.
March 22, 2017 at 12:35 am
Thanks for making me think, and for changing me for the better! May you feel blessed for your transparency and love that you gave to all of us.
March 22, 2017 at 8:06 pm
Thank YOU for reading and commenting. I do feel blessed!
March 22, 2017 at 12:04 am
My mom died suddenly 24 years ago. I still have bad times. I too have wondered why she has not visited me in my dreams or anywhere. Perhaps I should look for humming birds…
March 22, 2017 at 8:05 pm
Yes you should! Or perhaps there is some other symbol that reminds you of her? Either way, just choose something, ask her to let you know she’s there, and then believe it’s her when you see it. Good luck!
March 21, 2017 at 11:42 pm
I wish I had known about the connection with hummingbirds as I watched that one poking at Leo’s toes. It would have been that much more magical. I love you very much, Jesse.
March 22, 2017 at 8:03 pm
Love you too, Vikki!
March 21, 2017 at 10:51 pm
Dear Jesse,
I couldn’t close this amazing tribute to your Mom without commenting. I wish I could chat with you. My journey of losing my best friend, my mentor, my go to girl is identical to your story. My Mom died from stomach/esophageal cancer 18 months ago and was this tiny little sweet lady at 70 lbs when she passed. It was a very slow process but allowed us to chat, cry, pray and share all that we needed to before she left me. My Mom was my rock and I always feared life without her. Since then I too have learned all the things you listed above which is why your story touched me so! My Dad died suddenly only 5 weeks ago and I’m continuing to look for peace as they are reunited. It’s comforting to read about others sharing such a great love for their Mothers and I just thank you so much for sharing your story. God’s peace!
Kersten
March 22, 2017 at 8:02 pm
Glad you got that time with your mom and sorry to hear of your Dad’s recent passing. Hope you’re finding ways to appreciate and connect with them both.
March 21, 2017 at 8:34 pm
I very much enjoyed your story. I instantly felt very connected to you. I lost my mother 20 years ago to lung cancer. We were extremely “connected” even when she was alive … I held her hand as she took her last breath and I expected to see her spirit lift from her and saw nothing … yet there were many signs around us that she was still with us all we needed to do was look for and accept them. It took weeks before I had my first dream of her … not a dream, but a visit … they are different … I’m sure you know what I mean. In my first visits both my mother and father could not be in the same dream … if my mother was there, my father wasn’t … in one she was on one side of a bridge and he was on the other. I also remember her sitting down and telling me how different things were in where she was and how wrong she was about what to expect. I too remember nothing of the specifics. I can also relate to your experience with your mother’s illness … the blessing of all the tender moments we would never have shared, conversations we would never have had if she had not gone through this terrible illness. Like you, I too surround myself with other strong amazing women … some are mothers, some are not, some are old, some are young … each one holds a piece of my mother in them … when I put them all together I have recreated my own version of my mother in my strong network of women surrounding me. My biggest sadness is knowing that my children grew up without their grandmother … she would have loved every moment of spoiling them. I know she surrounds them with light and love … when they were babies they often spoke of mommy’s mommy or daddy’s mommy coming to visit … (my husband’s mom also passed) … even as a young toddler my daughter would tell us they were with her.
This is not the end … we will all be together again … hugs,
Laura
March 22, 2017 at 8:01 pm
Yes we will. ❤
March 21, 2017 at 8:22 pm
After almost 20 years, the pain can still be white hot. When I dream of my Mum, I consider it a gift. Even though she’s not physically here, she has consoled me at my most wretched with the feel of the touch of her palm on the back of my head. Thank you for this.
March 22, 2017 at 7:59 pm
Thank you, Leslie. It is a gift.
March 21, 2017 at 3:25 pm
This is such a wonderful reflection, and a lovely tribute to the love between you and your mother. My mom died 8 years ago, leaving only one older cousin between me being the matriarch of our family. We, too, recognize the hummingbird as a visitor sent by mom, along with the blue jays she so loved. One of my goals is to be the kind of grammy she was, and to make sure my granddaughters know and recognize her creativity and bright spirit. How fortunate you and I both were to be so well loved by our mothers that we can continue that chain of love. – Fawn
March 21, 2017 at 8:00 pm
Yes, we are fortunate, aren’t we? I like to think of living to a ripe old age so I can be there with my daughter and son as they become parents. But no matter when I go, I know they’ll know my love.
March 21, 2017 at 2:52 pm
My mother passed away 2.5 years ago , cancer. I miss her terribly. She always told me when she saw a red cardinal she thought of her mother. The morning after she died the very first bird I saw was a red cardinal. Missing her a lot today, and of course saw a red cardinal this first day of Spring, and then someone posted your story on FB for me to see…….my mom is around me for sure. Thanks
March 21, 2017 at 7:58 pm
Love this story! Thank you for sharing. My Mom loved cardinals too. Such beautiful birds. I hope you see one today!!
March 21, 2017 at 1:08 pm
Very moving to read your piece. I lost my mother at age 5 and still miss her. I thought you might like this piece I recently wrote about her:
Growing up without your mother
I kept having this dream that a mailman would ring the doorbell. He would be a big man, dressed in a dark navy suit and carrying a large cardboard box with my name on it. Small as I was, I would have difficulties opening the box to see what was inside. But there she was – my mother who had left me at age five and gone to heaven. At least that was what all the adults kept telling me. But I knew better. I felt sure she would come back, because no mother I had ever heard of would leave her three children and not return. So I kept dreaming. At least for a while.
When you lose your mother at a very young age, two things happen. You lose the most important person in your life and your father becomes a widower. So not only do you have to deal with a magnificent loss, but you also have to witness your father’s grief as he struggles with the overwhelming task of continuing life as a broken family.
So you (and your siblings) become a project. All the well-meaning adults surrounding you will try to heal and comfort you and help you adjust to a motherless life. They will make sure you go to school and try to make friends. They will teach you how to pack your own school lunch and braid your hair. And they will show you that life goes on – without her.
And then you start to forget. Forget her smell, the warmth of her skin and the sound of her voice. Forget what her favorite color was as well as the color of her hair. And you mix up your own memories with those from photos and stories shared by friends and family.
You grow up. Without her.
You visit the cemetery. Bring flowers and appreciate the beauty of the place.
You keep going. Stay strong.
You write your journal and find a way out of a not so happy childhood.
You miss having a mother. But you don’t really know who you are missing.
You rarely talk about her. Because when you do, it opens up all sorts of doors and you are too afraid to find out where they lead to.
You cry at times. You cry for losing your mother but mostly you feel grateful for what you have.
You reach a milestone at age 31 which is the age your mother was when she died.
You incorporate her in your wedding with details from her wedding gown. And you cry as your incredible stepmom dedicates her wedding speech to her.
You cry as you get pregnant with your first child and the midwife asks for details of your mother’s birth history. Because you never got to learn that part.
You tell your children about the grandmother they never got to meet. But there is not much to tell.
You grow older. And deal with it. But you never get over it.
And you always, always wonder what life would have been like with her in it.
March 21, 2017 at 7:57 pm
Thank you for sharing your story. I feel lucky to have had my Mom for as long as I did. I do relate to the challenges you speak about related to becoming a mother without your there to guide you. We have pictures of my parents around the house and share stories often, but I’ll always wish they really knew each other. Very happy that my husband’s parents are alive and well, and get to spend lots of time with the kids. I think I appreciate that time even more than my husband does because he just can’t know how hard it will be someday.
March 21, 2017 at 11:50 am
We lost our mom 2 years ago and my father passed 8 months after my mom. This ‘read’ was so therapeutic and beautiful – I can relate to everything that you have written. …thank you for sharing it….
March 21, 2017 at 7:51 pm
So happy to have shared something that might help lift others up too. Thank you for reading!
March 21, 2017 at 5:34 am
Thank you for this post
I watched my mamacita die and told her how much I loved her
And to this day each time I see a flower bloom I am reminded of her love of gardening and my passion to continue the tradition
March 21, 2017 at 7:50 pm
Such a sweet symbol for your mom. I love flowers too!
March 21, 2017 at 4:15 am
I bet your precious mother is up there smiling down on you and beaming with pride! I hope my mom is with her!❤️
March 21, 2017 at 7:45 pm
I hope so too!
March 21, 2017 at 3:36 am
I lost my mom 11 months ago and there was so much I related to. All of it, especially 4 and 5. Thank you for writing this.
March 21, 2017 at 3:10 am
I read this with tears in my eyes.. as my mother left us 1 1/2 years ago and she always had this little butterfly ornament that hung in her home… while going through her things months later I asked my sister if it was alright if I took that… she did not want it, but I took it and hung it from my rear view mirror and I touch it quite often and talk to her… I always associate the butterfly to my Mom and I have had so many butterflies actually land on me, and I honestly never ever had one land on me until after her passing… it elates me every time it happens and I sit and talk to my MaMa until it flies away….
And I too called my Mom ” Mamacita” when I was having fun with her.. when she started getting sick, I would call her that and she would chime in and sing ” oh Mamacita, that’s who I am”. Always brought so much laughter to both of us…..
I had my Mama for 55 years, and as she got sicker, and we knew time was shortening for her, we had the most precious days at home with her, my sister and myself, full of love and laughter… and that is one of the most precious gifts I have ever received…
March 21, 2017 at 3:35 am
Thank you, it is warming my heart to hear from you and others who relate to my story. May you continue savoring your mama’s influence on your life! In fact, I just wrote another post about her and the ways she’s still teaching me… https://starbimaging.wordpress.com/2017/03/02/true-love/
March 21, 2017 at 3:07 am
Such wise and lovely words, the photos were also incredibly moving. Sometimes someone else’s story touches a deep and sensitive place not many others can reach – I was just 12 when I lost my mother suddenly, I’ve likely missed so many hummingbird moments but I’ll be watching for them now
Thank you for sharing 🌹
March 21, 2017 at 3:31 am
Wow, I am humbled by your heartfelt reaction. I can think of no greater compliment. I sincerely hope you do find yourself noticing all the ways your mom is still with you. Thank you for reading and commenting!
March 21, 2017 at 2:38 am
It’s so eerily funny how ones’ experiences can mirror another…simply beautiful…thank you for sharing!
March 21, 2017 at 3:21 am
Thanks so much!
March 21, 2017 at 2:15 am
Thank you! Beautiful!
March 21, 2017 at 3:14 am
Thank you!
March 21, 2017 at 1:50 am
I always called my mom mamacita as well. Thank you for sharing this. I’m still trying to see/feel my mom around me. 💔
March 21, 2017 at 3:14 am
Good luck! And make sure to believe it’s really her…:)
March 21, 2017 at 1:47 am
Thanx so much
March 21, 2017 at 3:13 am
You’re welcome!
March 21, 2017 at 1:25 am
This is wonderful…Lost my mom almost 6 years ago and for the first year I would see Monarch butterflies whenever I allowed myself to feel happy, whether outside in nature or in a picture..It would come to my attention and I just KNEW it was her just letting me know she sensed my happiness ❤ I believe too that when my aunt was close to leaving this earth, (this may seem weird and I didn't realize it was what actually happened until after) but about 20 minutes before we knew my aunt passed I had said "Oh my word, I feel like my mom right now" and then I realized she was there with us to help my aunt go from one place to another… I have lost both parents (my dad has been gone 22 years)…so whether in vision or just ongoing notices or "hauntings" especially the first year it has happened for me and I am grateful and this has been moving to read <3..Thank you so much for sharing this 🙂 ❤ MJ
March 21, 2017 at 3:06 am
Thanks for your kind words and for sharing your experience. What you point out about your mom coming to you most clearly when you’re HAPPY is a really cool idea. I think it’s the same for me. Like we need to be happpy to really reach them intentionally since that’s where they are.
March 21, 2017 at 12:53 am
Very touching! My mom passed April 8th of last year (5 days before my bday) my mother and I were so connected. While she was taking her last few breaths I felt like a piece of her was pushing into my heart. I always thought that even when she passed that we would still be able to communicate threw our souls. When that didn’t happen I was heart broken and started to question my belief in the lord. My mother loved the snow the day after she passed it snowed April 9th! Her bday was March 13th I asked the Lord to please send me a flurry or two on her bday. Just so I knew she was happy and with him. We got 3 inches of snow between the 13th and 14th! I learned that things don’t happen the way we expect or even want, but the Lord will give us signs when we really need them.
March 21, 2017 at 2:57 am
Thank you, Jessica. Happy to hear you found a way to connect with your mom. I bet she can send snow your way in lots of unexpected ways when you let her. Very true lesson – things don’t happen the way we expect or want, do they? But, things are still always working out for us.
March 21, 2017 at 3:12 am
p.s. My Dad died close to my birthday too. His funeral was ON my birthday. Sure, that sucked. But in a weird way, since it was such a hard experience, the unfortunate timing really couldn’t make it all that much worse. I recently wrote another post about my mom that talks about handling those anniversaries: https://starbimaging.wordpress.com/2017/03/02/true-love/
March 22, 2017 at 11:49 pm
My mother died 64 years ago when I was nineteen and I still think of her when I feel a summer breeze across my shoulder or when I hear Mourning doves cooing. She taught me about compassion and honesty and not hurting anyone intentionally and that when I felt the breeze or heard the doves she would be there.
March 20, 2017 at 11:56 pm
Michelle, miss your Mom!
She was a beautiful person as you.
I am still taking chemo 4 years
total of 6 with cancer.
Always thinking of death, my Mom is still with me I sleep with her she is 92 and has been sick.
I get so mad at her because she was healthy and got herself sick. I am battling for both of us! Always Tears my whole life
Lonely.
This was Simply beautiful!
March 21, 2017 at 2:52 am
Dear anonymous, Sending love and light your way. Hopi you find the healing and connection you want. ❤
March 20, 2017 at 11:35 pm
Thank you for sharing. I cried through the whole article. I still have my mom; she is 81 now. I know now how much my mother loves me because I know how much I love my children (they are all grown).
March 21, 2017 at 3:21 am
Funny how that works. Glad you all still have each other!
March 20, 2017 at 11:18 pm
Such a beautiful story! I lost my mother 17 years ago and still miss her every single day. Thanks for sharing your private thoughts.
March 21, 2017 at 2:38 am
Yes, I’ve resigned myself to knowing I will never stop wanting her to be here in physical form – but it also seems a worthwhile challenge to figure out ways of noticing her with me every day.
March 20, 2017 at 11:15 pm
Thank you so much for this . Imiss my mother so much and I have yet to dream about her but seeing and reading this is like a sign from her telling me she’s right here with me
March 21, 2017 at 2:37 am
You are very welcome! Good luck finding your way of connecting. I find she only comes to me in dreams when I am not trying too hard – and never often enough!
March 20, 2017 at 10:07 pm
Your mom was a friend of mine and she is missed very much. Reading this was beautiful, thank you for you sharing.
March 21, 2017 at 2:35 am
Thank you so much for reading and commenting. I followed through to your blog and see you are a “full-timer” – very cool! My husband and I are considering a similar campering adventure with our two littles. I can’t remember if we have met, but from your blog I can tell my Mom must have really liked you! Thanks again for reading.
March 20, 2017 at 10:04 pm
Thank you for this honest and transparent entry. You captured thoughts and feelings I’ve never really been able to articulate.
…and my “hummingbird” moment was when you referred to your mom as “mamacita” something I used to affectionately call my mom although neither of us really knew Spanish.
Over ten years later, I still miss my mamacita.
Thank you. Sincerely.
March 21, 2017 at 2:12 am
You are so welcome. Thank you for reading and commenting. My mom and I didn’t really speak Spanish when I started calling her that either; although now I do! Blessings to you and your mamacita!
March 20, 2017 at 8:44 pm
number 1 is so very true. im feeling that one myself.
March 21, 2017 at 2:08 am
Nice work! Self love is no joke and it’s not always as easy as it should be. Good for you:)
March 20, 2017 at 8:17 pm
Love this story. I never ask my mom to haunt me but she does . It’s only been 2 years but I’m sure she will hang around for quite awhile and I love that.
March 21, 2017 at 2:06 am
Very cool. Glad to know you enjoyed the post. I bet we’ll be feeling our moms’ love for us for as long as we have feelings to feel.
March 20, 2017 at 8:17 pm
Interesting. I had a vision of my mother after she passed. She was with an older male that j7st stood there. It was as if she was trying to tell me she was OK. What made it truly strange, was that my dog saw them also. My dog woke me up because she was growling in the direction of the vision. Thank you for putting your story & feelings into words. Your 5 things have helped immensely.
March 21, 2017 at 1:59 am
Thank you for reading and sharing your story. I am glad you enjoyed it and overjoyed at the thought my story might help someone else.
March 20, 2017 at 7:56 pm
Your story, word for word, is exactly like mine ❤ I knew my Mom was going to die, I told her to PLEASE haunt me, and let me know it was her ❤ It's amazing, that everything you said, has happened to me too! I've lost both parents, just like you. My Dad to an auto accident and my Mom to a brain cancer. Everything in your story, I can TOTALLY relate to. Thank You!
March 20, 2017 at 8:07 pm
Thank you, Jo. Sorry about your losses, but happy to know you are finding your way. Thanks for reading and commenting!
June 19, 2017 at 6:55 pm
My Mom, told me, that when the wind brushed my cheek, it would be her. ALWAYS with me. I find her every time I find a random penny, see a beautiful butterfly, or even a hummingbird, cardinal, or rainbow. All beautiful signs, remind me my Moms love, will always be with me. ❤
June 20, 2017 at 5:58 pm
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March 20, 2017 at 7:45 pm
I love this. Thank you.
March 20, 2017 at 7:31 pm
I love this… My mom told me she would be the hummingbird. I have even, at my worst time, seen them from a hotel 8th story window and not one tree or bush near. 😂 It’s been five years, a learning, five years. She died before I turned 50, and I finally fell in love at 52. I have learned to love very differently… Not for the long haul, because every moment counts. Thank you for this wonderful share. 👍
March 20, 2017 at 8:06 pm
Thank you for reading and sharing your story. I find that images of hummingbirds like to “pop up” throughout winter months too! I am glad you enjoyed my post!
March 20, 2017 at 7:24 pm
Awesome for my Daughter to read. Thank you!.
March 20, 2017 at 7:19 pm
I needed this
March 20, 2017 at 8:04 pm
So glad you found this at just the right time.
March 20, 2017 at 7:18 pm
Thank you so much for putting this up. I often have moments where I think Im the only one my mom isn’t “haunting” then I remember the butterflies, I’ll take a peek outside and will see them everywhere. ❤
March 20, 2017 at 7:46 pm
Thank you for reading, Tamara. It’s nice to think my story might lift someone else’s spirit too. I have a friend who thinks of her mom anytime she sees monarch butterflies. I also like to count any hummingbird art or other imagery as reminders from mom. Because, why not, right? Blessings to you.
November 21, 2016 at 1:14 am
love, love, love you sweet Jesse!
November 21, 2016 at 1:34 am
Love you too, Aunt Polly!
November 18, 2016 at 12:33 pm
Well spoken. I miss you, old friend.
November 18, 2016 at 12:47 pm
Thanks, Chris!
November 18, 2016 at 4:27 am
Thank u this is fantastic
November 18, 2016 at 12:44 pm
I am so glad you enjoyed it!