Soul Kisses Angel Chronicles
I'm Okay... I'm
Last year my cousin Vicki Hailey was very sick with cancer. She was living
with her parents and the doctors did not expect her body to continue
fighting much longer. I live a thousand miles away from them so my
only communication was with my grandmother who visited Vicki often. My
grandmother told me her brother, Vicki's father, was struggling
desperately with releasing his daughter to death. A couple of days
before her passing, I woke from a sound sleep to the sound of Vicki
Slowly I woke to the sound of laughter, but it was in my head, not in
the room. In my minds eye, I could see Vicki and my Great Grandmother
(who had passed several years ago) over to my right. We were in a
beautiful garden with yellow roses and they were sitting on large
boulders. They were both so beautiful and Vicki was laughing. She
emphatically told me to tell her father she was "exuberant"
times do you use that word in a sentence in a week?). Vicki told me
this several times. Then she told me to tell my living grandmother,
Laura Stockam, that she loves her. I asked her if she wanted me to tell her
mother anything and she responded, "she already knows."
Vicki then told me that my daughter, who she had never seen while living, is
beautiful. I became emotional and my Great Grandmother told me to stop
it, because my significant other would tell me to get up and blow my
nose (she knew sniffing is a major annoyance to him!).
When I got up the next morning, I was very concerned that Vicki had
passed during the night. She had not, but she had slipped in and out
of consciousness. Vicki did pass a few days later. When the obituary
came out in the paper, my grandmother couldn't wait to call me.
Vicki's brother had written it. In it he said that Vicki had lived an
"exuberant" life. He didn't know about the conversation I had with Vicki
in the middle of the night a thousand miles away, and yet, he used the
same word Vicki had...
Even in death, Vicki was thinking of others. She was doing her best to
communicate to her dad that she was ok - exuberantly happy - in a
place outside the physical world where her body was not in the
constant all consuming pain from cancer. Not only was she happy and
pain free, but she wasn't alone. Her grandmother was there, helping
her to make the transition from physical world to spiritual world.
As I wrote this, I realized that I had not honored Vicki's request -
exactly. I had given the message to my grandmother, but not directly
to Vicki's immediate family. It had been months since Vicki's death,
but I felt I couldn't let Vicki down. I hesitated because I didn't
know how her parents would take the news. When I mentioned to my
daughter that Vicki's parents were very close to God, she emphatically
urged me to call them. I did.
I spoke with Vicki's mother explaining to her
in detail the conversation I had with Vicki and Great Grandmother.
Vicki's mother was beyond ecstatic, she thanked me over and over for
passing on the information. She explained she was missing Vicki
terribly and praying for a message from her. I could hear in her voice
how relieved she was and the peace I had given her. She also confirmed
my suspicion of Vicki's favorite flower - yellow roses...
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