Notes from Heaven

The Love Letters From Heaven, the love notes that my mom is writing to my dad and I am sending a reply, are helping my mom to have happier days.

Love Letters From Heaven

I've had success using the email notes from my dad to get my mom to do things like eat more dark leafy vegetables.  

Yesterday when we went shopping for vegetables I asked her what she wanted and she said, "I think you better get me more lettuce."

My mom is paranoid.  She hides stuff on herself all the time.  I spend about 3 to 4 hours a day looking for her "stolen" items.  As anyone who cares for someone with Lewy Bodies Dementia, you don't argue, even if you are right.

I had to come up with a solution so that I can save aggravation and time.  I had my dad tell my mom that she should consider giving up her purse.

Well, she did give up carrying a purse.  But she hasn't given me all her stuff to keep safe for her until she needs it. I believe this will stop the "my stuff has been stolen!" fright that my mom has a lot.  She's always been paranoid where her purse is concerned, no wonder she's such a basket case now that she can't remember where she "tucked" it.

I'm using my dad's light energy effigy to convince my mom that her visitors are a different form of energy and can't move or touch stuff on Earth.  This appears to be working.

I've told her that we can't interfere with stuff associated with Heaven and my dad (all folks that have died) can't do anything to interfere with us on Earth.  She seems to understand.  I explained to her that these entities are just messing with her and to ignore them and not give them her power.

My dad was a believer in thoughts being real; he taught me that when we think about someone, we are giving them our power.  Reminding my mom of my dad's wisdom, she shook her head in agreement.  The scary visitors seem to have vanished.

My days are spent helping my mom understand how Heaven and Earth works.  I am teaching her all the stuff that I learned throughout all the years that I've studied Buddhism, Hinduism, Catholicism and Judaism.

My dad, he taught me a lot too.  He believed that energy can never be destroyed, he taught me that we never die, that we just transform into a different energy.  This belief has given me comfort, knowing that when our Earth Suits are worn out, our energy lives on, we never die!

My mom, she's afraid to die.  

She told me this morning that she is scared of the unknown associated with death and dying.  I assured her that we don't really die, that our worn out bodies stop working and our souls go back to the land of love and peace.

Explaining my dad's theory about life and death, my mom seemed to relax.  I told her that death is part of life and when the time comes, she's not going to give a shit because she will feel amazing.  My mom smiled and went on to tell me what my dad had written to her in his note from Heaven.

She is finding her words today.  I love it when she can find her words.  It's easier to care for her when she can tell me exactly what she wants.  Playing "guess what I'm thinking" gets really tiring.  I can't tell you how many times I've heard, "you know that thing."

We'll hopefully hear the results of her tests today.  If we can stop her hallucinations, boy will life get 100 times easier around here!

A Side Project: Love Letters From Heaven

My mom had an OK time in Maine until she realized that my brother-in-law was not my dad. Brad danced with her while my sister made dinner on Saturday. My mom was so happy, she was in her glory thinking that she was with my dad.  

Mom's been carrying my dad's driver's license around since passed.  On Saturday when she believed that my brother-in-law was my dad, she said, "Here's your driver's license."  She gave "my dad" his license back.

When Brad left to go to sleep, my mom said to my sister, “Where did he go?” She got so mad thinking that he was with all the guys (the ones she sees in her hallucinations) and then said something to my sister about “some bitch that she was going to punch in the face if she was with my dad.”

She believes that my dad has a new wife in Heaven. I’ve told her that we can only get married on Earth, that’s why we come to Earth, to live a happy life. Once we die, we can’t participate in Earth activities, we can only watch.

My sister learned the hard way what I’ve been trying to explain to her about our mom’s diet and mental state. My mom’s blood sugar must have been on the high side (too much gluten free) and when my “dad” went away on Saturday and then she realized Brad wasn’t my dad, she got upset, making her blood pressure go up. I feel bad that my mom cried and my sister had to experience her sadness.  Seeing my mom cry shakes me to my core.

I’m beginning to wonder if the long trips up to Maine could be too much for her.  The change seems to confuse her and she doesn't sleep well.

My mom also keeps talking about “the bus” which will take her to heaven. She wants to get on the bus and walks around trying to get in line with the other dead people. She’s really bummed that they won’t let her get in line, she wants to be with my dad very badly. She wants me to go with her, I told her there’s no way I’m going, not yet, I have more living to do.

In an effort to calm my mom down and try to control when dad is coming back, a question that I can't answer without causing myself trouble, I had an idea.  A solution, make my dad an email address so that he could write her love letters from heaven.

I told my mom that Dream Master helped me to hook up a computer connection between heaven and earth so that my dad could write her notes through the computer. I sent her the first note yesterday when my sister called on their drive home from Maine to tell me that she “broke our mom.”  I spoke with my mom, she was so sad, she started to cry when she was talking to me.

Here's the letter that I told my mom about and will let her read for herself this morning.

Dear Jo,


I love you and I always will. You are the ONLY one for me.

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.

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.

Relax. Enjoy your good health and our kids, all of them love you.

Eddie is here with me, he loves hearing you play the piano. I do too, your music fills me with joy.

You should really eat more dark leafy vegetables, they will help you to feel stronger.

Be happy. Stay with God.

Love,
Your Ed

So, we'll see if the Love Letters from Heaven works to keep my mom calm and her blood pressure from rising... both key in providing good days for her and me. 

You can follow my new blog at http://lovelettersfromheaven.blogspot.com/

I'll use my dad's journals that he had written nearly 40 years ago, journals where he wrote about my mom and how much he loved her.  He wrote about the days when he met her at the dance hall and knew that she was the one for him.  He chased her and he caught her.  Dad was always crazy about my mom.  They married, had 5 kids and then he died when he was only 49 of Pancreatic Cancer... my mom just turned 50.  My mom loves my dad.  She misses him a lot.  She wants to go to her big Welcome Home to Heaven party, she wants to be with my dad. 

Love Letters from Heaven

It's been pretty crazy living in my mom's hallucinations about my dead father.  In her mind, she believes he's alive and has a job with God helping dead souls adjust to their new state of being - no Earthly body.

My mom also believes that I have a way to communicate with my father.  I told her that when I was initiated as a Swami, I got a special phone that allows me to call my dad and more importantly, Dream Master.  She believes in Dream Master, she believes everything that I say to her when I talk about the souls who have passed.

I did make up the Magic Eye to help explain why she can see the visions and I can't.  My mom believes my dad made her Magic Eye work so that she can see behind the mystery of death and dying, so that she's not afraid to go on the Heaven Bus when the time comes.

Now, my mom wants to talk to me every waking minute about my dad, my brother, her brother, her Ma and her Pa.  My mom wants to know everything about dying before she dies and she believes that I can teach her.

I did tell my mom that my dad wants her to eat more dark greens.  Now she is eating more dark leafy vegetables, food that is very good for her brain.

Yesterday my mom drove me a little nuts.  She was asking question after question, questions that I was afraid to answer.  Then I had a brilliant idea...

"Ma, I found out that you can email dad and he can email you!  I talked to Dream Master and when you are out with Donna this weekend, Brian and I will set it up so that you can write your questions to dad and when dad has a chance he'll answer."  I shared my idea with my mom and she lit up like a Christmas Tree as she said, "Really?  We can do that?  Eddie too?  I can email Eddie too?"

I've started a new blog just for the notes which I have called, "LOVE LETTERS FROM HEAVEN."

Stay tuned.