Sunday, September 14, 2003

I Choose to Believe

Nora had a dream about Max last night.  He ran out the front door (or a front door -- not necessarily ours), and she had the feeling he was going to be running for a long time, like he had to be somewhere.  She told me that she had the feeling that I shouldn't expect to hear from him real soon (like the yodel I asked for), because he had things to do.  Call it just subconcious symbolism of Max's passing, but I'd like to think he was communicating through her.

And if that wasn't enough, this morning she found a whisker of Max's near a pile of my stuff on the floor of the living room.  It was sticking straight up out of the carpet.  I wish I'd found it first.   It's taped to a pretty frame with a picture of Max looking regal, until we figure out what to do with it.  The picture and whisker are sitting on our entertainment center.  In any case, I choose to believe he left that whisker there as another message that he's alright.

She's so lucky, and I'm very envious.  Here, I'm the one with the website, and doing the whole spiritual journey thing, and she's the one who gets the messages from the dead pets!  She got  a message in a dream from Dmitri a year or so after his death, too. 

I wondered aloud why that was, and she speculated that she had already accepted Max's eventual death a while ago, and was more at  peace, while I still had a lot of emotional turmoil.  Maybe, but that doesn't make me feel better about accepting it.