tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90183047341016723252024-03-21T02:38:36.467-07:00Love Letters From HeavenSusan Higginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07019940790074997076noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018304734101672325.post-45495455256372740472010-07-16T12:55:00.000-07:002010-07-16T12:55:07.940-07:00No More Letters For AwhileMy mom is mad with my dad. She believes that he got married. She's pissed at him.<br />
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The other day she said, "Your father. He got married." <br />
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"How can that be?" I said to her, "Dad is in Heaven, you can't get married in Heaven."<br />
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"Well, he must be in Hell!" She answered back.<br />
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These letters worked for awhile. She was happy and excited. She loved the idea that she could communicate with dad.<br />
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Her hallucinations got the best of her and she stopped wanting to write to my dad. She hid all the letters that he (I) wrote to her.<br />
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Maybe one day my mom will want letters from dad again, but in the meantime, we'll keep this project on the back burner for another time when it brings her happiness once more.Susan Higginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07019940790074997076noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018304734101672325.post-52872864164803635062010-06-14T03:50:00.000-07:002010-06-14T03:50:56.651-07:00Relax, Everything Will Be OKDear Jo,<br />
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I'm sorry that we are not able to talk and hold each other like we were able to do before I passed over to the other side. I don't have a body that's solid anymore, my body is like light. <br />
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A simple example to explain this phenomenon to you is if you look at a lamp, you can see the light coming from the bulb but you can't touch the light. Your hand goes through the light at the same time that the light is reflected on your hand. <br />
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Jo, you are one of the lucky people who can see us here on the other side. We have ceremonies in your backyard for you to watch because you seem to enjoy watching us. The ceremonies are for the good souls to receive their angel wings. We do not have weddings in Heaven. Weddings are only for the living on Earth.<br />
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I am waiting for you Jo. I love you very much and it makes me sad to see you upset with me over something that I didn't do. Relax like Susan tells you; she's right.<br />
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When you are upset it makes it really difficult for you to see me. Sing when you are anxious or upset, it will help you to see all the good souls who I have protecting you. The Sisters of Notre Dame love to walk around your yard. I have them come when I am not able to be there with you.<br />
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Everything is going to be OK Jo. Sue and Jay are there to help you. I love my sister. I asked God to make it possible for her to come to your house. She needs Sue's help. We have to help Jay, she's done so much for our family over the years; we can not abandon her. <br />
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I love you, Jo. I know you are innocent. I don't believe the impostors who are upsetting you. I've had a special meeting with Dream Master and asked him to take care of the impostors. He gave me his word; you shouldn't be bothered by them. If you are, tell Sue and she'll call Dream Master right away.<br />
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Please believe me when I tell you how much you mean to me. Be patient with Sue and Jay. Everything is going to be OK. Listen to Sue, she is doing all that she can to help you. <br />
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I'm worried that Sue will become sick with all the stress, please smile more and laugh because it will help Sue to stay healthy. Listening to your music is a great way to keep yourself calm, which keeps Sue's stress down. You need to take care of Sue by singing, laughing and smiling. Please help my sister to feel welcomed in your home; I love my sister Jaycee, she was always there for me when I needed her. I can't be there for her now when she needs me, which makes me feel bad. Can I count on you to help my sister? She needs you and you need her.<br />
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I love you Jo. I miss your letters. Please write to me because it helps to keep us connected while you are still on Earth.<br />
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Love,<br />
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EdSusan Higginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07019940790074997076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018304734101672325.post-28797673263704042022010-05-19T16:37:00.000-07:002010-05-19T16:37:07.925-07:00Dancing at the Ocean View<div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9CBp8wjWqBhVHiOFYsRyZmY6dXV2ECVzORD3A4-9D_x3105K6UPzCzdL6-ArusMFjNTIIlautkUATlDeuv4_ReWz-RYLDxSRtpOo-Mo5HVnJL3RZAClDYZvZiRqAnIcZpo5cgbdiptAK9/s1600/ma+catsMay2010+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9CBp8wjWqBhVHiOFYsRyZmY6dXV2ECVzORD3A4-9D_x3105K6UPzCzdL6-ArusMFjNTIIlautkUATlDeuv4_ReWz-RYLDxSRtpOo-Mo5HVnJL3RZAClDYZvZiRqAnIcZpo5cgbdiptAK9/s320/ma+catsMay2010+006.JPG" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal">Hi Jo!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I'm so happy to hear all of your good news about your health. It would be super for it to continue to improve. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Living on Earth is better than anything because you get to eat food, smell flowers and hug. I do miss hugs and one day when it's your time, I will be here to give you the biggest hug ever. I will never let you go. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I really haven't let you go, Jo. I chose you so many years ago and you are still my girl. You were the best dancer at the Oceanview Ballroom. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I would be anxious all day for the night and a chance to get you to dance with me. It was a thrill of my lifetime on Earth; to dance with you.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Your voice is sounding better! I'm serious. I can hear you singing and it's beautiful. You are carrying your tune. Great job! I love hearing you sing, it makes me know that you are OK. I can hear singing wherever I am and it makes me feel very happy.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I love you, Jo.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The heating pad won't work for us here in Heaven. We have no pain when we die, we are free from all pain and illness. Ed told me about the heating pad. He thought it was so funny that you got Sue to heat it in the microwave for him. He was laughing up a storm telling me.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">You are so fortunate to be alive on Earth. Enjoy it. No need to worry about me or Eddie here, we are fine. We watch out for you and all the family. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Smile and laugh. I love hearing you laugh. It reminds me of the days when we were kids. You were always so full of life, it was one of your fine qualities that made me fall in love with you.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I love you!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I must get to work, keep singing… it makes me know that you are OK.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Stay with God.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Love,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">Ed<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>Susan Higginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07019940790074997076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018304734101672325.post-28365216162923164422010-05-19T04:05:00.000-07:002010-05-19T04:05:24.978-07:00Better Days<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDFD16Txckwp6p2ZJjq1qUHYLFGJ1OOej3-oxYgHsN7u5oCeRCEuCv3okrR8qYrusT5k4pZub4O4RHk3SXhPmbDBXwDdBkhwgZ_sBVTAN5J3UeGN8OKimX9bgiplGbDZEdDCHJ5TlwwpoO/s1600/ma-may2010+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDFD16Txckwp6p2ZJjq1qUHYLFGJ1OOej3-oxYgHsN7u5oCeRCEuCv3okrR8qYrusT5k4pZub4O4RHk3SXhPmbDBXwDdBkhwgZ_sBVTAN5J3UeGN8OKimX9bgiplGbDZEdDCHJ5TlwwpoO/s320/ma-may2010+025.JPG" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">Dear Ed,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">I’m sorry I felt unhappy and I didn’t write back sooner. I wasn’t feeling too good. But I’m feeling better now. Sue has been feeding me coconuts and coconut oil, it’s helping a lot.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">I’ve been practicing handwriting every day and it seems to be helping. The more I practice the better I’ll get. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">I love you! I love you! I love you! Huh! I almost forgot to tell you, but my memory is getting better, see the coconuts really work!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">I think I saw you at Whole Foods yesterday. You make me laugh, you give me a little smile and I crack up. Thanks for making me laugh.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">I sat in the parlor with Little Ed today. I had Susie heat up the heating pad for him. He didn’t say anything when I gave him the heating pad. When I came back, he took off, maybe he had to go pee. I don’t know. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">I said to him, it’s so funny, he wanted to go sit down and listen to TV. I guess but he decided that he’d fly up to the top of the bureau and then he was gone in a big flash like a Genie, coming back and forth whenever he wanted. I was getting mad. I didn’t understand until Sue told me how you all are light and we are heavy matter. Light can go through everything.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">You are not going to believe it, I haven’t lost anything in a couple of days. Could my memory be getting better? Anyway, Sue hasn’t been as mad with me since I remember where I put my things.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">On Sunday I tripped in the yard, the angels must have been watching because I didn’t get hurt very badly. Just a little scrape on my knee.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">I love you! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">I hope to see you soon.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">I love you very much.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">Jo<o:p></o:p></span></div>Susan Higginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07019940790074997076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018304734101672325.post-41697198927316131342010-05-14T06:16:00.000-07:002010-05-14T06:16:01.330-07:00Writing Letters<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dC8oKW5pEZlNIpLDn-gyR74nIU-qV8XcQrHaunxWW2na0f1HJ-wallHlHrOMWL_plowzigSNpR5dyY533rcII4HN2R5UjhEFD7RWDI4lrTqGC_TIIGbUDUz_bQ2Og5kJpzN8PFnqxdAs/s1600/ma-may2010+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dC8oKW5pEZlNIpLDn-gyR74nIU-qV8XcQrHaunxWW2na0f1HJ-wallHlHrOMWL_plowzigSNpR5dyY533rcII4HN2R5UjhEFD7RWDI4lrTqGC_TIIGbUDUz_bQ2Og5kJpzN8PFnqxdAs/s320/ma-may2010+028.JPG" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Hi Jo,</span><br />
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</div><div>Your email note made me laugh out loud. It's OK that you chase me around, it makes me feel special. Hey, I chased you around all those years, I suppose it's your turn to chase me. </div><div><br />
</div><div>How sweet of you to notice me at Whole Foods. I love you so much, it's great being able to see you. I'm happy that we have email so that we can communicate.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I'm glad that you are feeling better. You should listen to Sue, she really does know what she's doing. Surprising, isn't it? She used to cry so much. I still laugh when I hear anyone repeat how I teased her ... "6 O'Clock, time for Susie to cry..." then she'd cry. Oh, that was pretty funny. Sue is a nice girl; we have fine children, I love them all.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I'm great. When you get rid of your body and you are just light energy, you never experience pain. It's too hard to explain. One day you'll know what I mean and we'll laugh together. We never know when that day will be so enjoy every minute that you have on Earth because it is awesome in a different way. </div><div><br />
</div><div>On Earth you get to experience the feeling of everything, you have senses that allow you to taste, smell, hear, feel and see. You can touch things. You can even pick a flower and smell it while you see the dew on the petals. It's magical how the senses work. When we are alive on Earth like you are now, we take our senses for granted. Enjoy everything on Earth. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I love your sense of humor, Jo. Laughing is good for the soul, just like music. Oh, I enjoy hearing you play the piano and look forward to hearing your music, it's very relaxing. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Hand writing a letter is great training for your brain. Write as much as you can. Be patient with yourself, relax. Why don't you try jotting down ideas? You don't have to write the whole letter at once, if you break it up into pieces, it will be easier for you to complete.</div><div><br />
</div><div>First, write down one word ideas that you want to write to me about. Then, take each word and add words around it to make a complete sentence. Before you know it, you'll have written your own letter with out Sue's help. But, it's OK if you need Sue's help, it seems like it's fun for you when you write letters together.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Well, the bus is running, I have to get to work.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I love you Jo!</div><div><br />
</div><div>Stay with God.</div><div><br />
</div><span style="color: #888888;"><div>Ed</div></span>Susan Higginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07019940790074997076noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018304734101672325.post-68148889226441700782010-05-13T14:09:00.000-07:002010-05-13T14:10:28.621-07:00Good Days<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJvxGXrtOx0LDTavlF5hoeSOjO_kLvJ4uLq52fbfRgWuN1JDrFdwwwLIg1vXFTBSySI3zZa-R-Fk8MG-L1Z_uVsz-t6hlkin6KbBZMd2L6S5Sqst2-0Om0b1He4k4V98VqrNKfub6pyOuc/s1600/ma-may2010+037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJvxGXrtOx0LDTavlF5hoeSOjO_kLvJ4uLq52fbfRgWuN1JDrFdwwwLIg1vXFTBSySI3zZa-R-Fk8MG-L1Z_uVsz-t6hlkin6KbBZMd2L6S5Sqst2-0Om0b1He4k4V98VqrNKfub6pyOuc/s200/ma-may2010+037.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Dear Ed,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I missed you yesterday. I shopped at Whole Foods because I knew you’d be there, you didn’t disappoint me. You really look handsome. So, it may appear that I’m chasing you around… well, I AM! <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I love you and I love you!!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">How are you feeling?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I have a kidney infection and I’m on antibiotics. My backache is gone just after one day of taking the medicine. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I tried to hand write your letter today. Susie told me that it is good for me to write. I’ll write to you later today or tomorrow so that I can practice my writing.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I went looking for a bathing suit but didn’t find one. It’s getting warmer, I don’t know if I’ll ever get into the pool. I may not fit into it… HA HA HA.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Have a fun time driving the bus. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I love you!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Stay with God.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Jo<o:p></o:p></span></div>Susan Higginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07019940790074997076noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018304734101672325.post-33941523403210081572010-05-12T10:58:00.000-07:002010-05-12T10:58:25.181-07:00Have I told you that I love you?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSaDxf_ilCCHiH9bieQhQ7DBHFtMszl-GjGeGl6MQ9olzvHeAZq5nS8JRwlu9kLwL_2lkVTgU46Spui8BxRpHON7GtBsVEBZxvurVSbad42JR-kuKCzQkaHvZ69R91ARqqvgOSJqNXQtiy/s1600/endofapril2010+055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSaDxf_ilCCHiH9bieQhQ7DBHFtMszl-GjGeGl6MQ9olzvHeAZq5nS8JRwlu9kLwL_2lkVTgU46Spui8BxRpHON7GtBsVEBZxvurVSbad42JR-kuKCzQkaHvZ69R91ARqqvgOSJqNXQtiy/s320/endofapril2010+055.JPG" /></a></div>Hi Ed,<br />
<br />
We got the results from the Kidney doctor and I do have a UTI so she’s giving me antibiotics for 5 days. It will probably make my visions of visitors go away, including you. Thank goodness we have email and we can still communicate.<br />
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I love you! I almost forgot… no, not really. I LOVE YOU!!<br />
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I’ll get a new pair of shoes as soon as Susie takes me to the shoe store. Probably on Thursday, they are very expensive shoes, but I’m worth it!<br />
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I’m feeling good, but hope to feel much better after I’m done taking the antibiotic. <br />
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Our pool is open, but it’s been cold. Sue tells me that I need a new bathing suit, but I think the 2 I have are fine. So what if they are 10 sizes too big! I’ll probably breakdown and buy a new one if I see one that I like for a good price.<br />
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Well, dinner is just about ready so I’ll close my note here.<br />
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I love you!<br />
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I love you!<br />
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I love you!<br />
<br />
Looking forward to your reply,<br />
<br />
Love,<br />
<br />
Jo<br />
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</div>Susan Higginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07019940790074997076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018304734101672325.post-84367173214329311402010-05-11T04:24:00.000-07:002010-05-11T04:24:39.258-07:00You Are My Doll<div class="MsoNormal">Hi Jo,</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I LOVE YOU!!! Boy, it's nice to be able to tell you these 3 words again. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I enjoyed your email note. I especially loved reading all those I LOVE YOU's. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I like your cats. Savita is a very pretty cat. I can see how much she loves you. You are the only one she doesn't hiss at! Fluffy is quite a cat, catching squirrels is tough. I enjoyed watching the video of her bringing the gift of a squirrel. She was one proud cat.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I'm happy that you went and had the blood and urine samples taken yesterday. You have good doctors taking care of you, they'll know exactly what to do to fix you up. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">You look absolutely beautiful these days. You look like you are becoming younger in your appearance. Maybe when it warms up a little you can walk more? It might be a good idea to get yourself a really good pair of shoes. Shoes can wear out and cause you to have a backache. You know me, I am a fan of taking good care of your feet with the right shoes. I'm sure Sue will take you to that really nice shoe store in the Mall. Don't cheap out on the shoes, it's important that you have shoes that give you a good balance. You get what you pay for.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I thought it was so funny watching Sue get upset over the radio last night... "where is it?!" Oh, I laughed so hard I was surprised that you didn't hear me. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I think it's a great idea that you let Sue lock up your purse and keep it safe for you until you go out shopping. Sue is right when she tells you that your visitors can not touch any of your things. I will see if I can help from my side, to get those visitors to stay away from you. Remember, even if they do show up, they can't hurt you or steal your things, they are a different form of energy and they can't touch or move stuff that is on Earth.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I told Ed to stop showing himself buried. He thought it was funny. You know Eddie, he always had a crazy sense of humor. He loves you a lot and is really happy to see you doing so well.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Well, time for me to get on the bus and get to work.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I love you, Jo! You will always be my doll.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Stay with God.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Love and kisses and hugs,</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ed</div>Susan Higginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07019940790074997076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018304734101672325.post-21936733839903543412010-05-10T15:54:00.000-07:002010-05-10T15:54:05.554-07:00My Giblets<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBlq89ez2sGDz3UT9dSqMMp_7P_Pamgha40Zaq2UQ1aFILvb9qvJqI6h4YUFEz-v30NPs-akpSISvu15krJOdic9-R2GQGMkIdjWPjlUFA6v4qdwNBcgcFt9P0vfh8braczSwqRYjvRjnb/s1600/april132010+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBlq89ez2sGDz3UT9dSqMMp_7P_Pamgha40Zaq2UQ1aFILvb9qvJqI6h4YUFEz-v30NPs-akpSISvu15krJOdic9-R2GQGMkIdjWPjlUFA6v4qdwNBcgcFt9P0vfh8braczSwqRYjvRjnb/s320/april132010+015.JPG" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Dear Ed,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I’m happy to get the email messages from you. I love you!!!!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">About that purse, I have a phobia, I cautiously hid my purse, forgot where I put it, I keep forgetting to hide it in the closet. It causes quite a ruckus. I’m glad my losing my purse makes you laugh. I have a safe that I can probably put some money in and not carry a purse. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I love you… did I tell you that lately?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Today I went and had my giblets… I mean kidneys (ha Ha Ha) tested. Sue thinks I have either a Urinary tract infection or a problem with my kidneys. I think my kidneys are fine, everything’s working good. I’ll let you know the results when we get them.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I’m feeling much better. I hope I can continue feeling better.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Our cat Fluffy caught a squirrel today, a baby one. Here’s a video of Shakti catching the squirrel… <object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FD3x-Tax15o&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FD3x-Tax15o&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br />
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Sammy Mammy caught one yesterday. We have no squirrels in the yard now. They are good hunters. Savita, she’s our good old girl, she has no teeth, over the winter she had 16 teeth removed, she’s feeling better now too. She doesn’t hunt, she just keeps the kittens in line, she hisses good.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Dancing With the Stars is on tonight. It’s my favorite TV show, it reminds me of when we danced at Wonderland Ballroom when we were kids. I love you, I loved dancing with you, you were a good dancer. I love you honey bunch. We miss having you here. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Did you like my piano playing? How did you like our singing today? I think Sue sings good like you, she told me to keep practicing and I’d get really good too. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I’m sending you a picture of my cat, Savita. She’s a mean cat, but loves she me. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I love you, Ed. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Love and kisses,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Jo<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div>Susan Higginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07019940790074997076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018304734101672325.post-28198712841433075282010-05-10T06:49:00.000-07:002010-05-10T06:49:34.415-07:00I Love You!<div class="MsoNormal">Hi Jo,</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Your email note made me feel like old times. I love you too, I have always loved you and I always will. You are my Jo!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I love you, Jo. You can never say those words enough. I will never get tired of hearing those words come out of your mouth. Thank you for loving me, I love you just as much.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Susan is a good girl. She's really worn out and needs a rest. I laugh every time your purse gets misplaced. Maybe it's time to stop using a purse, it seems to cause most of the problems between you and Susan.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">You will never be a phony, Jo. I think your hair looks nice all the time. If you like to get it colored, get it colored. It does make you look younger when you color your hair. I'll leave it up to you. I love how you look no matter what, it's YOU that I love for all eternity.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Yes, that was me you saw driving. Remember, you can only see me and we are only able to communicate through email. I feel so fortunate to be able to E-Mail you after all these years.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">You sing really nice. I love hearing you sing and play the piano. Music notes is similar to how the Angels talk, it's how you can communicate with the angels that you are seeing by playing music or singing. You have a nice voice. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I love seeing our Great Grandson, thanks for the picture. Now I can really brag, he is such a cute boy. He looks like our Grandson. He sure is a smart boy; I love his little laugh, it's so big.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Have a good day and keep singing, you have a great voice!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Stay with God.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Love,</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ed</div>Susan Higginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07019940790074997076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018304734101672325.post-71221801498521777952010-05-09T16:06:00.000-07:002010-05-09T16:07:59.605-07:00My Little Baseball<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsykrBRua7xhNsBjNGpocG-FGdrAp4ZTtZwkPM9Tycdzcb7gfpFBcRdHGuzCFYcVsaVYxbRtugUeIaT6ReWuQSgA1EmOwc8CuSKZP70GyUcWGR0NehPQx_Bj1ahEmU85dqkkbKIKig5LCc/s1600/samandthefence.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsykrBRua7xhNsBjNGpocG-FGdrAp4ZTtZwkPM9Tycdzcb7gfpFBcRdHGuzCFYcVsaVYxbRtugUeIaT6ReWuQSgA1EmOwc8CuSKZP70GyUcWGR0NehPQx_Bj1ahEmU85dqkkbKIKig5LCc/s320/samandthefence.bmp" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Dear Ed,<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">We have to walk a distance apart, but you will always be in my heart. Pretty corny, huh?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Susan drives me crazy, so don’t worry about it. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I think I saw you on the bus that takes you to heaven, were you driving?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I want to say I love you more because if I don’t tell you, someone else will.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><b>I LOVE YOU!!</b><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I wish I could have taken you to one of the dance halls, because people can’t dance.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I was wondering, how do you like my hair? Should I keep getting it colored? Or does it make me a phony?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">My new favorite song is “Life is Wonderful” by Jason Mraz. You would sing this so well, “… La La La La Life is Wonderful…” So, how did you like the song when we sang it out loud? Ha Ha!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I wish you could see the calendar with our Great Grandson. I’ll ask our Grandson to send you an email with a copy of the calendar so you can see how cute he is. You would love him to pieces… I do. Here’s a picture of him, he’s my little baseball!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I love you!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Stay with God.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Jo<o:p></o:p></span></div>Susan Higginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07019940790074997076noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018304734101672325.post-18827669040057972852010-05-08T02:55:00.000-07:002010-05-08T02:55:47.976-07:00You Are My Angel<div class="MsoNormal">Dear Jo,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Thank you for the picture of our wedding day, it was the best day of my life. You are so beautiful and even more beautiful now. I'm happy to see that you are feeling better.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I'm doing well here in Heaven. I'm glad that Susan was able to get the email set up so that we can communicate. It's the only method that will work so that we can exchange messages.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We won't be able to talk to each other in person. The reason is our bodies are different. Your body is solid and mine is light. I can only see you and give you different signs, like a song that might come on the radio and then you think of me. You'll see me one day when your ready to come up to Heaven. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">In the meantime, you can talk to me. I hear you. We are not able to see each other and have a conversation like we did when I was on Earth with you. I love you, Jo. You are my angel and I am your angel. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Our Great Grandson is a true gem... he is smart just like you. He definitely inherited your good genes. I enjoyed seeing him dance in the video, he is a good dancer, just like his Great Grammy Jo. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I am always with you, especially when you think of me. Even if you can't see me, I'm here, watching over you and protecting you from harm. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Susan does all that she can to help you, she loves you very much. She's a good girl. Be patient with her, you know how easy she can cry when she gets overwhelmed.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Thank you for the note. I was so excited when I saw that the email connection works between Heaven and Earth, now we can send each other love notes!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I love you Jo and I always will. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Stay with God,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Love,<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Ed<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div>Susan Higginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07019940790074997076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018304734101672325.post-3332722861393590382010-05-07T10:46:00.000-07:002010-05-07T10:46:42.487-07:00Where are you?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2S1u2mHcK53Zu5mPeu07YIAxTmexx66Ts6yFHa3AUV0ehAA9Y1frq0HzqNd4cM8cCTVvKAEKLIhsGbb-fOXq3RVxmg4HU58D3iZi5Xryi9b_k6u7HR2i1VIISDgr6o90h9Ype0i9yXHm0/s1600/ma-scan+039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2S1u2mHcK53Zu5mPeu07YIAxTmexx66Ts6yFHa3AUV0ehAA9Y1frq0HzqNd4cM8cCTVvKAEKLIhsGbb-fOXq3RVxmg4HU58D3iZi5Xryi9b_k6u7HR2i1VIISDgr6o90h9Ype0i9yXHm0/s320/ma-scan+039.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Dear Ed,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Where are you? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">How’s everything? I hope you could send me a note or give me a call, I am looking forward to seeing you. I hope you have time to come and visit me. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I’ve been thinking about you and would like to have you come to Billerica. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Here’s a present for you to help you to remember the best day of our life.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Our Great Grandson is a living angel. You have to see him, he dances and does the rumba and we have a movie that you can see it. </span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">He’s such an unbelievable boy and I’m not just saying it because he’s mine. He’s got smart brains, he does sign language and taught me how to say “more.” I just couldn’t get over it. He takes after me… HA HA HA. (laughing out loud.)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Write back when you get a chance. I’ve been eating more dark greens and feeling better. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Stay with God.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">I love you!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto;"><span style="font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif;">Jo</span></div>Susan Higginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07019940790074997076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9018304734101672325.post-65457064571418790842010-05-01T07:20:00.000-07:002010-05-01T07:20:34.298-07:00Welcome Home to Heaven Party... NOT YET!<blockquote><em>Dear Jo,</em><br />
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<em>I love you and I always will. You are the ONLY one for me.</em><br />
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<em>I'm sorry that I seem to ignore you at the party's that you have been attending, but it's not your time. I am waiting for you... I will be the first one you see at your big Welcome Home to Heaven party, when you are driven to Heaven in a Limo... that's when you'll really get to see me and be with me. </em><br />
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<em>Not right now, OK? I am still crazy about you and love the feeling that you give me when you notice me, just like always.</em><br />
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<em>Relax. Enjoy your good health and our kids, all of them love you. Our Great Grandson is a joy, I wish I could hug him, can you hug him so that I can experience it through you? </em><br />
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<em>Eddie is here with me, he loves hearing you play the piano. I do too, your music fills me with joy.</em><br />
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<em>Our Susie is doing the best that she can, be nice to her, she loves you very much. You should really eat more dark leafy vegetables like she tries to get you to do, it will help you to feel stronger.</em><br />
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<em>Your time for your Welcome Home to Heaven Party hasn't come, but when it is your time, the party will be the BEST party you have ever attended.</em><br />
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<em>Stay with God.</em><br />
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<em>Love,</em><br />
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<em>Your Ed</em></blockquote>My mom believes that she is seeing my dad in the supermarkets and at parties that she has in her mind. My brother Ed who passed in 2001 visits her a lot, he sleeps in her recliner. I try to get her to eat dark greens, but she has the tastebuds of a 5 year old, everything is icky. Maybe if my dad tells her to eat them, she will force herself. <br />
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Not long ago I told her that when she does die one day, when her Earth Suit wears out, there will be a HUGE party, welcoming her home to Heaven. I told her that my dad will be there and all of her family and friends who have passed. I told her that all the Angels will be at the party and they'll sing her favorite song to her.<br />
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My dad was an Airport Limousine driver. He loved driving people back and forth from their trips, business folks, folks going on vacation. I told my mom that my dad is responsible for taking the newly deceased and teaching them how to live in Heaven. My dad then drives the bus to heaven. <br />
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My mom wants to get on the buses that she sees, she tries to get in line but can't. She wants me to get on the bus with her and go to the party. I told her that I don't want to go with her because I have more living to do... once you get on the Bus to Heaven, it's over, you can't come back to Earth in the same Suit.<br />
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This Love Letter post from my dad is an email that I will send to my mom. This is the first love letter. I will post follow ups.<br />
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Peace out!<br />
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Sue<br />
Care Giver for my 80 yr old mom with Lewy Bodies DementiaSusan Higginshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07019940790074997076noreply@blogger.com3