I died from a broken heart…

I witnessed a beautiful and joyous spirit reunion this week, when my client’s grandfather came through. He filled my heart with joy and laughter as he joked about messing with his family’s electronics, bowling in heaven (just like he did in physical life) and giving his wife a run for her money.

He told me how she passed first and he followed shortly after from a broken heart (well, congestive heart failure technically) but grandpa preferred to tell his story his way. His sense of humor in heaven was on point and no different than when he was here.

Sometimes I forget how beautiful it is over there and how spirit brings a beautiful sense of light, freedom and joy to what we’re perceiving as a sad and painful separation. Almost always spirit wants us to know they’re fine (and usually happy!) and they’re with us whenever we need them.