Dear Jack,
I can’t bring myself to look at photos of her or say her name. I don’t know how long this can go on…?
One’s name is the most important word in the vocabulary yet when they grieve, so many people won’t call us by name because it makes them cry. It makes our absence real. Some people won’t speak it because they are so traumatized by the loss. It’s like if you don’t acknowledge our names, you can deny you ever knew us. Yes, it hurts so much that some people take it that far.
Say my name. Say it again. If you speak my name, I will come when you call. I always did. I always will. Speak my name. You cannot begin to heal until you do.
Until you do you are stuck in denial. Saying my name keeps me real. You must say my name. It will help you to feel. It will help you to heal. Say my name. Don’t be afraid.
You are stronger than your fear and you need to shed the tears. There is a fear of things like looking at a photo of happier times together, fear of viewing a video of when we were vibrant and alive together, sharing life on earth. There is fear of the tears that fall but each tear holds potential for growth. If you can bring yourself to look at the photo, speak my name, embrace what we had, tell me you love me and set me free…the fear will leave. Fear cannot stand up against the strength of your love and faith.
Love, Jack
“I’ve been watching over her for one year and six months in Earth Time. I have witnessed her tears, her rage and the depths of her sadness. For nights on end I have endured her loneliness and despair in the times when she felt I had forsaken her. In vain I have reached out to her when she felt most alone. She thought she’d never be happy again. She didn’t believe she could go on living. But she did. Humans do. She is only human after all.”
Return from Rainbow Bridge
