Sometimes you have to leave people with no response. They cannot handle the wisdom you shared. Save your strength for those who can handle and honor your wisdom. T. Lanette Pollard
Hey, hope all is well. It took awhile to write this post. I took a lot of time to think about my words. When you see examples of blatant racial bias and others do not, you have to let the emotions settle before you speak on the topic. Now I am ready.
Puts my mind at ease if that is who I will see when I get there…And a buffet too…Sweet!
T. Lanette Pollard
Thinking about and embracing death has been hard for me. I know it has been hard for most people. I have faced it head-on with the death of my father and my aunt. My dad was “my parent.” We were alike in many ways. I looked liked him and had the same personality and values. When he left me on June 14, 1999, I was angry. I felt he left me before I was ready. He left me before I had grown up. I was 31 years old. He was my first angel.
My aunt, Paula White Jackson, was the woman who was my soulmate. In fact, she said we would have been “running and ripping” if we were the same age. We reconnected at the right time. We were alike in so many ways. My greatest regret is that my family’s view of her kept me from seeking her wisdom at a younger age. I am grateful that we reconnected when we did. It may hurt others, but she was a mother to me when I needed it. She was my second angel.
I remember watching the series “Dead Like Me” when she died. Oddly enough, it helped me to deal with their deaths. Both angels are forever etched on the base of my neck in a Celtic cloud. Each angel protects my life and honors my choices in different ways. I miss them dearly.
When I saw this on my Tumblr, I felt a sense of calm. (It did help that this angel was very handsome.) It was also challenging the predominant view of how angels look in heaven. All kidding aside, the important point is how we view death and those who meet us at the gates of heaven. If we believe in angels, in my opinion, those angels will represent the loved ones we have missed and cherished.
This vision is meant to ease our concerns about death and entering the gates of heaven. At least, that is how I viewed the post. This brown angel eased my concerns for the moment. Grief is not finite; it is constantly evolving and growing. The one constant is that the loss will leave a hole in your heart that will never be refilled.