It would be my mom’s birthday today. She would be 96 years old if she lived. She died 21 years ago.
So, today, I decided to honor her. Pay my respects. Connect to her. Allow the animosity between us to be, but not stand in the way.
To my surprise, her whole presence, her internal struggling, her overthinking mind… are all here…
Her energy didn’t disappear because she died. Not a nice energy, poor mom, she wasn’t a happy person. I am not surprised that she decided at 75 that she had lived long enough.
But let me muse a little bit about the energy that you leave behind.