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September 27, 2009

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Patricia - Spiritual Journey Of A Lightworker

You and your family are in my prayers. When you lose both parents, you suddenly feel like an orphan without a rudder, not knowing how you are supposed to go forward without their guidance. Allow yourself to grieve as long as it takes.

Deb Call

Thank you for your prayers, Patricia. I like the analogy you draw about being without a rudder. It does feel as if we have lost our steering, at least for awhile.

Barbara Sliter

We talked once about what it meant to be an elder...the oldest generation. As time moves on and the sadness ebbs, perhaps there will be more such conversations as we move into a different time of life.

A beautiful poem Deb. thanks for sharing... and what a great photo of your Dad. Your love is obvious and beautiful.

Deb Call

I realize now, Barbara, that becoming an "elder" has it's own initiation price. I suspect that beyond that "price" one can find special rewards,at least that is what I hope for!

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