February 15, 2006. I got a call. My mother, after losing my father five months before, took her own life. She was distraught, feeling alone, scared with little sense of the beautiful, strong woman she was inside. That seemed to be left behind years before. I know. I was living the same life not long ago.
What I remember most about that day was the moment I felt a surge of energy stream through the top of my head and through my body. Out of my mouth, to my family who was gathered around, I said, “She did what she could. We will see this with as much love as possible.”