Crossing Over

I skipped out on blogging yesterday. It was a good day and yet it was the anniversary of my nephew's death. I thought about blogging about it and just didn't have the words yesterday. David was only 10 years old, and I have been amazed at how many people this 10 year old boy knew, how many people loved him, and how much good has been done in his name this past year. I know David is up in heaven watching over all of us. He will be there when I move on from this place, and it makes me feel a bit less scared of crossing over knowing he will be there when I get there.

My niece, David's cousin of course, is waiting patiently for her baby to be born. She is 9 months and 5 days into her pregnancy, and ready, as we all were to meet her son. I was hoping that he would be born either on the 8th or the 9th since, for some reason, that would just seem right. Losing David last year on those days, and welcoming this new baby boy, this year. Although there is a saying that "timing is everything" there is another that says "all in good time", and Baby N is "taking his time", and it really doesn't matter when he shows up except that today would be really cool, dont' you think? 10-10-10. Cool birthday - probably very lucky to be born on this day.

I have another friend who is sitting by her mother's bedside watching and praying and tending to her Mother's last days, hours, minutes, seconds. I can imagine it is very hard for her and yet it must be a very sacred and holy moment as well. I have been sending prayers and white light her way as she waits and works and tends and nurtures.

And so we wait and celebrate babies crossing over into birth on this earth, and we wait and grieve and celebrate sons and mothers crossing over into eternal life.

Namaste