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I followed the rules … I did what I was told and I became an accountant.
My dad had it in his mind that I’d make tons of money because that’s what he believed success was.
At age 37 I became an instant millionaire and it did NOT make me happy.
It was NOT about the money!
I felt guilty.
I felt shame.
I started using my money to help more people and I can’t tell you how gratifying it’s been.
I talked to my Angels and Guides and they gave me 3 tips about money (click here to watch the video) to share with you …
1. Money is energy … that’s IT! Just energy.
2. Your belief around money creates the FLOW or the LACK. It’s endless … just because one person has it doesn’t mean another can’t.
They also wanted us to know how to EMBRACE the money … 3 simple steps.
Click here to see what those 3 simple steps are.
Love and Blessings,
I had this total epiphany about death …
2 years ago my mom died and it totally shattered me.
It was completely unexpected!
She was on a month-long vacation in Hawaii and on her last day there she called me and left a message saying she loved it there so much that she didn’t want to leave.
That evening she had a stroke, and a few days later passed away. She never left Hawaii in the physical …
It was a very different death experience than when my husband died after a 7-year battle with cancer. I had time to say our goodbyes. But with my mom it was so sudden and so shocking .
I always ask my Guides and Angels what they want me to talk to people about and they said:
Love doesn’t die. It multiplies!”
“You’re still in connection with your mom, but in a non-physical way.”
If you’ve had a loss in your life and you really feel that you’re wanting to move forward, but you don’t know what the steps are I’d love to have a conversation with you.
Your Loved Ones are sending you messages all of the time …
You are NEVER alone!
Just ask for Love and Guidance and you WILL get it!
Love and Blessings,
Death truly is an awakening.
You leave your body here on Earth, but your Soul continues …
Society, here on Earth, has made death to be such a negative situation.
Losing a Loved One is always sad.
Part of learning to work with the Divine is that it gives you a connection.
You will be in touch with all of these people who have passed so you can move forward in a happier way.
Embrace your Loved One’s life while they were here on Earth and now move forward in your life.
Love and Blessings,
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This blog post is part 4 of a 4 part series. I thought this series may be helpful to anyone who is facing the death of a loved one or knows anyone that has passed away. At times you may find it difficult to read, yet in the end I hope you can see the inspiration and gratitude I found in this 24 hour period.
Next, I had to go tell the children and Ian’s mother. Pierre prepared some eggs and then we drove over to Marian’s where Rob had spent the night. When we arrive, Rob and Barb were on a walk so we told Marian. She of course took the news very hard. Once Rob came in I took him and sat him on my lap and said, “Robbie, I’m so sorry but Daddy died last night.” Robbie wailed, “But I wanted to sleep with him one more night!” He was crushed, as I was for having to tell him. He cried, and cried. It was just heart breaking.
Marc and I then drove over to pick up Jenna from her sleep over. The night before, she had been invited at the last minute to spend the night at her friend, Lizzy’s. I walked in and took her to the side and said, “I’m so sorry honey, but Daddy died this morning at 1 am.” Jenna hardly blinked an eye and said, “Oh that’s sad, can I go tell my friends?” I said yes, so she trotted down to the basement and after gathering her things together, she casually said, “My Dad died this morning.” The three other girls gasped and were shocked and stunned. They all ran and gave her a hug. We left the house and stopped at Duncan Donuts.
Later that day Marc, Pierre and I took the kids to Kane Funeral Home. After arriving, the funeral director explained to the kids how Daddy would look. He would be laying on a hospital gurney with a sheet over him, up to his chin. He explained that Daddy was gone to heaven and this was just his body. The kids were scared and tentative. Jenna didn’t want to go first. So Rob and I went in and Rob just walked right up to Ian and threw his arm over his chest. Then he tip toed up and gave him a kiss on the cheek and then another hug. He was crying.
Jenna was standing at the door crying, so I went back and slowly walked forward with her. She was very scared and terrified. She wanted to go up to Ian, but didn’t. I asked if she wanted me to give Daddy a hug and kiss and she said yes. So I did. His body was as stiff as a board and when I kissed him his skin was cold and firm, like kissing a cold watermelon. I stepped back and told Jenna to feel the table and that Daddy felt just like that. It was a shell and had gone hard. She very reluctantly stepped forward and gave Daddy a big hug. She stayed for several seconds and just sobbed. It was the first time she had cried since hearing the news of her father’s death. She stepped back with me and I asked if she was ready to go, and she said yes. I told her we could stay as long as she wanted. She was ready to go. We turned to leave and she ran back and gave Ian one last hug. Then Rob went back and gave one more hug and we walked out.
The kids were crying very hard and I was trying to comfort them as best as possible. Marc and Pierre were very comforting and soothing to the kids as well. Danny, the funeral director, had things I need to sign. I said than you so much for making Ian look so good. He looked beautiful. Danny turned and said, “Your welcome Mrs. Sharpe, but you are the hero here. The way you helped your children was incredible. This will be a moment they will never forget. I’ve seen many viewings and you were a rock.” I felt surprised by this reaction as I did just what I felt I should have done, nothing more and certainly nothing less.
I had never been so close to death before. When I was eleven, while I was visiting my dad’s parents my mother’s father died. I didn’t attend the service and I had no concept of death. And now here I am age 37, with two children 8 and 10 and my own husband died in my bed early this morning. And yet, the biggest thing I feel is relief. Seven years of endurance ended on 2/22/04, when Ian was 44 years old.
I think Ian chose his time. The kids were sleeping away from the house that evening; I was in another bedroom, dreaming of Heaven. He was in his bedroom, his best friend, Pierre, was sitting at his side listening to his belabored breathing. Ian felt peace. He felt safe, he felt love, he felt no guilt, he let go. He didn’t want to go, he fought and he fought and he fought, but he knew there was no other way and he let go – it was the perfect way in the perfect place and in the perfect situation. It could not have been planned better. It was almost as if for the last 24 hours we had been set up in a magical chess game, and with each move we made we were one step closer to the ultimate check mate.
This blog post is part 3 of a 4 part series. I thought this series may be helpful to anyone who is facing the death of a loved one or knows anyone that has passed away. At times you may find it difficult to read, yet in the end I hope you can see the inspiration and gratitude I found in this 24 hour period.
I was jolted awake. I sat up and found myself tangled in the gauzy canopy material. I was over my face and wrapped around one of my arms. Come in, come in. Both Marc and Pierre were there, almost falling into the room. I had been asleep for almost 3 hours, it was 1:15am. It was dark and I was disoriented waking up in my daughter’s room. I untangled myself and felt a sense of calm and peace. I wasn’t sure how I was going to react when Ian died, but I sure didn’t think it would be with a calm and peaceful feeling – but how could I not after having just left the place that Ian was about the enter.
I pushed past Marc and Pierre and ran down the hallway to my room. The bedside lamp was the only light in the room. I ran up next to Ian, the oxygen still pushing clean fresh air into Ian’s lifeless lungs. I looked into Ian’s face- he wasn’t there-he was lifeless-he was a shell of himself. It was the same wan sunken checked face I had just hours ago kissed on the forehead goodnight and yet the person I had kissed was no longer there. I felt a flood of mixed emotions. First and foremost was what we do next, what abut the kids, its over, what abut his mother-so many thoughts were racing through my head. I asked what had happened and Pierre said that he had been listening to the monitor we had set up and Ian’s breathing had become more and more shallow and longer apart. He decided to go upstairs to our room and sit with Ian as he wasn’t sure what was happening. When he came upstairs he sat next to Ian in the dining room chair which had been brought upstairs sometime earlier on Saturday. He said his breaths were getting farther apart and then they just stopped. Pierre ran down to get marc and he came up to see and then they debated as to whether to wake me up! I guess Marc didn’t want to bother me.
Earlier that evening, I had called my friend Lisa whose husband was also battling cancer. She ironically had given me the information about what to do if a person dies at home. If I hadn’t had talked to her, I would not have had a clue as to what to do. “You first have to call the hospice nurse so they can pronounce the person dead. Then call the funeral director so the body can be taken. It’s best to call the two people at the same time, so that once the nurse is done, then the body can be whisked off as soon as possible.” I told marc and Pierre that we needed to go make those calls, but first could someone please get Ian’s wedding ring off his finger, as I didn’t want them taking his body with it on. Marc stepped up to Ian’s side of the bed and gently lifted Ian’s arm and grasped the ring and slide it off his finger. Marc handed me the ring and I slipped it into my pocket.
We went downstairs to the kitchen and called the hospice nurse. It would take her a couple of hours to get there. While we sat waiting for the nurse I was compelled to go up alone and spend some time with Ian. The oxygen was still going, so when I got to the room I took the plastic tubing out of Ian’s nostrils and gently took the tubing out from behind his ears. I then turned off the oxygen machine which immediately deadened the room. The calm I felt was overwhelming. I felt serene and grateful that he end had come quickly, swiftly. I went to turn off the electric blanket as Ian had been bone chillingly cold since returning from Seattle. I reached for the control panel and on the display was the letter “E.” I had never seen the letter “E” before and was very struck by it. The usual settings were 1 through 9 and H for high. After feeling I had done what I needed to do I went downstairs and sat at the counter with Pierre. I told Pierre about the “E” on the display of the electric blanket. Without missing a beat Pierre said, “Eternity.” I gasped and pulled the new wedding band from my pocket. Pierre didn’t know anything about the Valentine’s gift that Ian had receive a week ago. Inside the band I had engraved, “Eternally Yours.” Pierre and I looked at each other and smiled. Ian had told me that someway, somehow he was going to send me a sign to let me know that he was ok, and I figured this was it.
I was very concerned that the kid’s weren’t going to be able to say goodbye to their dad. I was reluctant to call the funeral home, as I didn’t want Ian to be gone before the kids got home. I called the funeral home and told them what had happened but that I wasn’t ready for them to come and take his body. They agreed, but said they would be there if I wanted to call back. The nurse came downstairs after pronouncing Ian dead and advised that I call the funeral home back and have them take the body as soon as possible. I was so confused; I didn’t know what to do. I did the first thing that came to mind, and that was to call my friend Susie and ask her what to do. She was up skiing in Vermont, but had given me her phone number and told me to call if I needed anything. It must have been 2 or 3 am, but she was so supportive and helpful. She told me to call the funeral director and have them come get the body as it might be more upsetting to the kids to come home and see their dad dead in his bed. Also his body would start to deteriorate which would not be a good thing for the children to experience – or for me for that matter. I hung up the phone and called Daniel Jowdy, the Kane funeral home director. He was at the house within about an hour. When he showed up he was wearing the best cut black suit I had ever seen on a man and a gorgeous black wool overcoat, behind him stood two men who were faceless. He spoke in a soothing yet respectful tone. However he reminded me of the Angel of Death, almost too well put together and with the two men standing behind him it was eerie.
I told Daniel my dilemma about the kids being away for the night and that I was afraid that they would be upset if he were gone and they didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. He very calmly said, “We can not deny the children the privilege of saying goodbye to their father, I will make arrangements for an opportunity to view Ian’s body on Sunday.” I felt so relieved! I then walked Daniel and his helpers up to my bedroom. I went and sat on the couch in the family room – I didn’t want to see them take Ian out on the stretcher.
After the funeral people had been here and taken Ian’s body, Marc, Pierre and I all went back to bed; it was around 4:30am. When I went back up to my room, the funeral people had made my bed and even folded Ian’s CAL blanket so that he insignia was right in the middle on top of the bed. It felt very respectful. I slept for about 2 hours and then woke up and started writing in my journal. Around 7 I took a shower. While I was drying my hair I had the hot air flowing on my face and I closed my eyes and I could hear Ian whisper from behind my left ear, “It is so great here. I love you, but it is so awesome here!” This took my breath away! I felt again so comforted. I felt so at peace! I know that Ian is in a better place. I wasn’t sad for Ian passing, but I was sad for me and the kids.