When my son, who is now 31 years old, was a baby, I dreamed of him as a young man in pioneer days time. In the dream, he was running toward me with American Indians chasing him. In front of me, he was killed. I woke myself up sobbing. I was so upset by the dream that I didn’t tell anyone about it until a month later when I finally told my husband.

I know my dream is different than actually losing my son, but it is the closest that I can come to feeling the depth of your grief and despair. You and your family are in my prayers. You are blessed to have a friend like Corinne.

The poem is beautiful and I’m sure very comforting to anyone who has lost a child. your loving sister

Dear Corinne, Indeed that is how the Irish do it. Don’t
mourn the death…celebrate the life.And I too had a great
Aunt who lived with us, and she always read the tealeaves
for us. For me, it was always a tall, dark handsome man
whom I would meet soon!!! Love, Louise

It certainly puts things in perspective when there is a tragedy in the family.

Little things don’t seem important and we are able to look at our lives clearly.

I think the word is “gratitude” for what we have and who we love.

Thanks for stopping by.

That was so kind of you to send the beautiful song for Louise – and for all of us.

I enjoyed it too. I firmly believe that our loved ones never leave and will help us if we ask.

So that song was especially meaningful to me.

Your story about your family and the tremendous support you all gave each other reminded me of my Grandmother’s funeral.

She read tea leaves for many people. No charge. And she was quite a popular person because many of her predictions were so accurate. I don’t think there was a word for psychics in those days – but she definitely was one.

When she died, hundreds of people came to her funeral. I swear all of Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn.

Afterwards, there was a huge party. Singing around a piano and dancing – and of course a bit of imbibing!

What I heard everywhere was, “It’s too bad Grandma isn’t here. She would have had such a good time!”

The Irish know how to do it!

My heart and prayers are with you on the passing
of your son.

The following is a song that I’ve been sharing
with many families of our fallen military.
There is a link also, where you can hear the song.

xo xo
Deb Estep

The Other Side

i’m over on the other side
where life and death softly divide.
left my skin and bones behind
now i’m over on the other side.

can you feel me there with you?
my breath is gone but i’m not through.
loved you then and i still do
from over on the other side.

i can fly. really fly.
below the earth … all through the sky.
tell em all i did not die.
i’m just over on the other side.

it’s good here on the other side.
the sweetest songs…the bluest skies.
thank you for the tears you cried
but it’s good here on the other side.

i can fly. really fly. below the earth…all through the sky.
tell em all i did not die.
i’m just over on the other side

the world is smaller than a needle’s eye.
where life and death softly divide.
when you leave your skin and bones behind
i’ll be waiting on the other side.

i can fly. really fly. below the earth … all through the sky.
go tell em all i did not die.
i’m just over on the other side.

Song lyrics by Don Conoscenti
C Desert Muse/SESAC
http://www.donconoscenti.com
(Used with permission)

“I hope it brings great comfort to any and all.
Peace on you. DonCon” 4-2008

The Other Side –
(To hear the song)
http://tinyurl.com/3o8gol