Surviving Christmas

Moments of joy, sorrow, despair, heartache, hyperventilation, and even anger was a part of Christmas.  Most of all was a strong presence of Jared with me.  I had a moment in the morning where I returned to the bedroom before my shower and just cried.  I felt his arm around me and heard him talking to me comforting me.  Mom, I am right here with you today I would not miss Christmas with you.  I know it was Jared because there was a weight to the touch and a temperature change around it.  I cried more that he WAS there.  I was able to pull myself together and later went to my sister-in-laws for the evening.  She and her husband had purchased a beautiful white candle and beautiful holder with tiny rocks in it.  It was so Jared.  As soon as I saw it I had to find an alone spot.  I retreated to the basement for what became a grief attack.
As a weeped and had a paper towel over my eyes, because that was what I could find in the dark, I could see Jared and bright colorful lights behind him.  I don't even know the words to describe what I witnessed.  It was breathtaking, literally!  It typical Jared fashion, he turned the tables on me.  Mom stop this right now, you are stronger than this.  You know I am right here with you, and I could feel him there....that touch again.  Temperature change again.  He told me if I didn't stop crying he was going to call Rich to come comfort me.   Within moments Rich appeared.  I just wanted to melt...but I didn't want to take my eyes off Jared.  He was beautiful and perfect, tan and physically fit as ever.  He told me he is ok....and about that time a second image appeared.  It was his Dad.  His Dad said, it is ok, I have him and he is fine.  We are having time together like you hoped we are.  About that time along came Poco and jumped into Jared's arms.  Jared said, it is ok Mom, go enjoy the rest of the night and I will be right here.
Somehow this moment gave me strength.  As we ate dinner and opened gifts I saw him there, heard his laughter and could see him shaking his head and snickering.
I look forward to the day I reunite with him, and all the loved ones that have gone before me.  I look forward to meeting those I never knew.
I continue to listen with my heart and soul and listen for direction.
I pray I never close off to spirit encounters.

I pray you are or become open to spiritual encounters of your own.