SHE TALKS TO ANGELS...

You would not believe it! Thankfully I have a witness. Aunty (who is still alive) is so close to God it’s miraculous. She is beaming, smiling, and beyond peaceful. It’s staggeringly and profoundly beautiful and amazing! She sat in the living room this morning with her hands folded on her lap. She had her eyes closed but had a serene smile as she looked upward.

She said, for the second time this week,  "I love everybody.” She whispered that God was calling her. I am speechless….

I had angelic Andrea Bocelli music playing softly in the background. Aunty, in her soft pink cotton nightgown  was communing with the angels and Saints. It was surreal.

Now she is sleeping on the couch with the sun coming in, and she is radiant. She may be very sick, but, when she wakes she says everything is wonderful. I am just in total and complete awe!

She embodies the Holy Spirit to the point of literally bringing me (her niece, caregiver, and constant companion) closer and closer to God... each day, each moment, each hour. She is the epitome of pure love!

How lucky am I to be caring for her here at home as she prepares to enter into heaven. I can hear the angels calling her...But, I am not ready to let her go. How can you really and truly ever let go of someone so perfect? We love each other to perfection. I am blessed beyond all measure, beyond all time, beyond all reason...I need a little more of this sacred time with her. Our profound bond is intensfied as she nears death..these days I am living in a differant realm.

In honor of our precious Aunty, please take a moment to pause, reflect, and to feel infinity...Ageless Aunty assures us its there, and we are all a part of it. There is bliss. There is comfort.

Amen.

THE COWBOY CLUB, HULA SKIRTS, AND BUILDING 19...

Behind every Ageless Aunty is an amazing Grace…


As I have mentioned in previous posts taking care of Aunty is no easy task…sure, Aunty is happy, radiant, fun, and “a real hoot,” but, she does get forgetful and doesn’t like to be alone. That means as her sole caregiver, I am always with her. And, when I can’t be, I turn to Aunty’s long time companion, Gracie. This is where I bow and genuflect.

Gracie adores Aunty almost as much as I do! She would do, and has done, anything for aunty. And, if it were not for Gracie, I would not have any time to go for a walk alone, sit in a meditation class, or go out with my friends. Gracie is part of the family and truly a life saver.


Gracie and Aunty have their Tuesday and Saturday routines, including die-hard card games, and stopping at Building 19. Aware, and amazed at all the attention Aunty draws, Gracie loves to say… “Aunty held court today.” Usually that means at McDonald's. Gracie and Aunty are best friends. I have come to see that continuity of care for an elderly person is essential. Gracie’s love and concern is one of the reasons Aunty is thriving in her 8o’s. Aunty asks for Gracie if a few days go by and we don’t see her.

The three of us have countless jokes. These days we are calling ourselves the CBC (that’s Cowboy Club) because I keep saying I can’t get the picture of the three of us sitting on horses out of my head. And, since we are no shabby dreamers, we are also hopeful that once my publishing career takes off, we will be able to go to Hawaii.

To make our tropical dream more real….we recently gave Gracie this framed picture (above) of the three of us in hula skirts. Since Grace just finished reading my manuscript, and loved it so much, she’s convinced, “Hawaii is a real possibility.” Something tells me Aunty’s buddy is secretly buying hula skirts at Building 19 (the only store east of Honolulu that might carry them).

In Gracie’s words… “I am the CEO of the CBC, and I love my Aunty as much as can be! I am not buying one grass skirt. I am buying three.”

And when she is not saying “Aloha” she is calling me her “author.” She often says with love, “I wish you were my daughter!”

Ageless Tip of the Week: if you don’t have a Gracie of your own, find one, pray for one, or manifest one quick. Or borrow ours from Building 19…