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If you believe in any sort of god, angels, ascended masters, higher beings, higher consciousness, spiritual guides, you would know that when we part on a physical plane we never separate on all of the other planes. When we believe that we are separated one from another, it is called duality or separation consciousness. We think that we are separating one from the other.
The death of a loved one is always a shock. Even if we have prepared ourselves for death, as with terminal illness, we are still stunned by the finality of death. Many turn to linking objects, such as their child's baby clothes, for comfort. Some mourners want to keep these items forever. But objects are still objects and, when the time is right, you can let go of them.
The death of a loved one cuts sharp and deep. And that pain can absolutely obliterate you. Then you may discover you grieve not just for the loss of that loved one, but for the loss of yourself, as well.
For several years I had an overwhelming desire to travel from Maryland to Oklahoma City. The tragedy of a bombing that happened in April 1995 at a government building killing children, women and men was senseless. I watched the news reports and I prayed along with the rest of the world as we watched in disbelief. I wanted to go to the city because I read about a peace memorial that was built at the site. There was something about it that made me want to go. A road trip I took with one of my daughters finally led me to the peace memorial. After spending a full day there, these are the words I wrote that evening in my journal.
When a loved one dies and our heart is feeling broken and raw and in pain, in can be difficult to feel that there is a gift in the loss. I know I have felt that several times with the loss of a brother, a son and a husband. With the death of my son and the birth of my fourth child two weeks later, I learned to dance with the emotions of deep grief and extreme joy.
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In her debut memoir, Aundria Sheppard Morgan searches for purpose in a life she doesn’t want, revisits the strained relationship with her mother, and questions God, who allows unrelenting adversity as she faces the loss of her first love and husband James. A voice that is at once eloquent and honest cuts to the core, stripping away masks, and revealing raw emotions. In Cross My Heart and Hope to Die ~ A Memoir we dip into Morgan’s soul through poetic vignettes that lead each chapter. With unflinching candor she tells their love story. Hope and tragedy intertwine as James wrestles with guilt over killing his brother, his ten years in New York prisons, and his desire to rise above his past. Loving James helps Aundria set aside a lifetime of anger and embrace her mother. Beautifully written, it dares us to “call it what it is” so true healing can begin.


