My mother never understood that our body is a vehicle and it serves us better with good nutrition and exercise and now in her seventies she is paying a heavy toll of pain. My mother retired to bed early one night as the pain of arthritis had worn heavily on her all day. I sat beside her on the bed and for two hours rubbed her arms and legs while she drifted in and out of sleep. As I sat, I stroked her neck and shoulders in an attempt to pour the love from my heart into her body, as the greatest soothing healing tool known to mankind. As I watched my mother sleeping I suddenly realized our moments were now being measured in minutes, not in days as they had been over the last few decades.
Life has many changes, cycles, faces and lessons.
It is an interesting combination these days for me of grief for the illness of my mother and excitement for the publishing of my book. With the life changes and the many things needed to be done with the book, I will do my best to continue sending at least one newsletter of inspiration and angel happenings a week. I have often seen that those who create miracles in others' lives have miracles happen in theirs. This is illustrated so clearly in this next story. Two years ago my eighteen year old son, Andy, was killed in a car accident.