Hello,
This is Jacob Watson.
I am sharing with you my book,
Gifts of Grief,
A Man's Revelations After Sudden Loss.
This is chapter 11,
Love Cards.
These are the cards that I began each chapter with,
Cards from Christine to me on special occasions or just for the heck of it.
Because Christine is no longer here,
I am going to read the cards to myself.
There is no one else to read them,
So I want to share them with you.
One at a time,
All 11,
And no love card for chapter 12.
The love cards have been taken out of my folder and I am reading them to myself and to you.
I've often said that I could get through this grief if Christine were here with me,
Helping me,
But that's not happening.
That's the reason I'm grieving that Christine is not here.
Those words that we use,
Difficult and hard and other words like them,
Simply mean that we are experiencing our natural emotions,
Our grief,
Our sadness,
Our anger,
Our fear,
Being afraid,
And of course,
Although we sometimes don't realize it,
Our love.
These love cards live in a folder in my ancestor's desk and I take them out every so often,
Always with tears,
And read them to myself.
Each card is a gift from Christine herself and her words resonate with my heart every single time.
It is an amazing fact that I can reach into the folder and take Christine's cards out and give them life by speaking them out loud.
Gifts for every day.
Chapter 1.
Dear Jacob,
How full I feel at this special time of having your birth and life journey.
My heart is touched over and over by the love you share with me,
My family,
Your family,
And all with whom you connect.
Love,
Christine.
Chapter 2.
Dear Jacob,
You captured my heart many years ago and I am glad for that.
Thank you for the years of love.
May we deepen into our elderly years with grace.
Love you,
Christine.
Chapter 4.
Dear Jacob,
The moments are sweet.
The present feels warm and loving.
The future holds the gift of it all.
I love you,
Christine.
Chapter 5.
Dear Jacob,
Traveling through these years has reminded me each day to put my best self forward.
Thank you.
I love you,
Christine.
Chapter 6.
Dear Jacob,
You do know that life is better with you here.
Enjoy the colors and variety of creativity and nature.
Love,
Christine.
Chapter 7.
Dear Jacob,
You have my heart.
Always have,
Always will.
Happy day,
Jacob.
Chapter 8.
Dear Jacob,
To welcome you home is a delight.
To see the radiance of your creativity in motion is a delight.
To know and experience your love is a delight.
I love you,
Christine.
Chapter 9.
Jacob,
This gift is for your child within.
May he always be your best friend,
Your most trusted confidant,
And your most joyful companion.
Love,
Christine.
Chapter 10.
My dear Jacob,
I smile.
I melt.
I love.
The fullness and richness of the day with you brings me peace and calmness and joy.
The ease with which I find the me in you and the you in me tickles and delights me right down to my pinky.
I am like the bunny on the card you gave me in ecstasy of the day we had and the joy I feel in having you in my life.
I feel in wonderment at our togetherness yesterday,
Deeply nourished and ready to flow with my life.
You are my gift that helps the pain in my life.
You bring out my smiles,
My lightness,
My love.
Thank you,
My lover,
My friend,
My soulmate,
For the endearing time together.
Love,
Christine.
Chapter 11.
Dear Jacob,
I honor all that is important to you and that healthiness inside and around you.
May you have more of that peace this year.
This gift is only a token of the passionate expressions of being that I associate with you.
I love you,
Christine.
We now will take Christine's words into our meditation time,
Our silent time.
See what the universe offers you.
Is there a person in your life or the universe itself that says such words to you to support you and to love you?
And if not,
What would it be like for you to make up the words to say to yourself?
It is time to come out of our silence and be together again.
Please be calm,
Gentle and loving as this transition happens.
It is a gift to me that Christine is no longer with me because now she is everywhere.
She is part of the universe.
I can't rely on her to be in human form because she isn't.
But,
Of course,
The universe is.
The universe is all around me.
I've stopped looking for Christine in the house,
In my bed,
In the kitchen,
Anywhere in the house.
The living room or the deck when she used to sit out with me when she wasn't gardening.
Of course,
That doesn't mean that she doesn't show up in my dreams or unexpectedly because she does.
Now she is everywhere,
All around me,
Inside me,
In the neighborhood,
In the house,
In the city we love and the world itself.
Mostly,
She is inside me.