I ALWAYS LET DONNIE KNOW THAT I’M HIS “SAFE PLACE”

Tonight, my son wanted to tell his gram that he misses his dad. Donnie’s gram (my mom) has been staying with us for the past week. She flew in last Thursday from Minneapolis for Donnie’s 4th birthday (November 9, 2021)— she’s flying back to MN on 11/11. And then Donnie wanted me to come with him to gram’s bedroom, so he could tell her (with me by his side for extra encouragement/support). ❤️❤️❤️ Donnie stopped at gram’s bedroom doorway and said to her, “Gram, I miss my dad.”

Gram responded with, “Oh, I’m sorry, can I give you a hug? Can I hug you?”

Donnie kept shaking his head NO.

He did not want to hug her.

He just wanted to tell her how he felt.

THINGS COME AND THINGS GO

Earlier this evening I left a FB group I had recently joined. I did not like a post the Admin of the group posted— basically, she was making fun of people who believed in Jesus. She calls herself a witch— which is fine with me, but if you have a high-vibe group, IMO, it’s not very high-vibe to be dissing others’ beliefs. Just leave it alone. I like her, as a person….I just did not get a warm fuzzy feeling from her post. See, this morning, I posted a post in that group and I mentioned God. I believe

I TRIED REALLY HARD NOT TO CRY

Gary V says that every bit of your content should add value. I agree, but….here’s the but…..sometimes my content is just random thoughts….like right now— I mean, it’s a blog.i watched a movie tonight called “Puncture”. I was a bit concerned because it said “Lawyer battles his own inner demons”…..that attorney was a drug addict. That attorney died at the end…..I knew he would. He was shooting up heroin; doing coke; pills; drinking…..it was hard to watch him, but it was a good movie— good acting and well directed. Seeing him lie there, dead….dead on his bed…..did not feel good. That’s where my son’s dad was found dead— dead in his bed. He lying there dead for almost 2 days before

TALKING TO THE DEAD: PART 1

I was talking to Donnie’s dad tonight and wrote down messages he was telling me. And then another spirit interrupted our conversation and said a couple weird things!! It was so weird!! I knew it wasn’t Donnie’s dad because he would have never said what I wrote down. Still, very strange.

I have saved all Donnie’s dad’s voicemails and voice memos; however, not too long after he died— it was either a week or 2, I got a phone call at 1:11am. “They” left a message. The message was

DEALING WITH THE DEATH OF A LOVED ONE

Just recently, I was asked by a friend how I deal with my son’s dad’s death— meaning, what are some of my coping mechanisms that I use. Let me tell you, it’s been a long journey dealing with my son’s dad’s death and it has NOT been easy— it’s been fucking tough as fuck. I cried for 4 months solid after I found out about my son’s dad’s death— that totally fucked up my poor sinuses. And I didn’t want to cry so hard and so constantly because I was pregnant! I didn’t want my little baby to feel this pain I was feeling. But my child is perfect…..emotionally and physically— I’m so grateful and blessed for that. I’ve had 2 sinus surgeries in