Simone. Thank you. You have a gift of taking us into the spaces of your life. Between words. To be there in moments. The ethereal feather. Wings. Hats. Beer. More beer. Angels. To be able to say goodbye on a level where you still say hello. Thank you for truly showing us. The endings can still be beginnings. Thank you for helping me see. To touch a belief. In the one- ness of the circle. Thank you for paddling into the ripple. Blessings to Lynn, David and to all of Team John. Thanks so much for sharing.
Thank you Jamie, somehow this knowing, it doesn’t lessen or bypass the grief, it gives the emotions more presence, in the fluidity of their changing movements … like a seeing, a lens. An aliveness. Looking beyond brings clarity to our human being-ness, that has been a major unfolding for me in the 7 years since John died. Thank you for your support 🙏🌀💙
Simone, thank you for sharing this account of happy family times and Lynn's final days here on the earthly plane. What a skill and a gift you have to be able to speak on behalf when dealing with a System that is not listening. Your encouragement from John to "Go gently, be firm, it’s a fine balance" must have given so much support and relief to Lynn and all of the family.
Those days of fringed umbrellas, eskys (chilli bins in NZ. :-) and summer cricket. You painted a picture that I could hear, taste and smell those happy family times.
The feather in standing position. The wings of angels. She has arrived. Homecomings.
Good morning Jo, thank you for your kind words and thoughts, very much appreciated. 💛10 years of my father in care (and being attentive to it), caring for John at home and having my declining mother (several hospital stays) move in with us, was my apprenticeship really. And l have always been the type of person who would rather know what a problem is than skirt around it. And not to be intimidated by the medical system. They really are desensitised. I think it’s all about the art of questioning, they don’t like it though. 🤨😂.
Yes, the chilli-bin, sounds better than Esky, which is just the brand name for a chiili-bin 🤣.
Seriously, John and his feather … just wow, all of the messages and signs are. I have never felt such deep gratitude when l receive. Always a wow, never taken for granted. Thanks for being here Jo. Hope you have a great day 🙏💝
You've done so much Simone. So much care and questioning. Your family are lucky to have you. And yes the med system certainly don't like being questioned!
Have a lovely nourishing weekend in surf, meditation, writing and whatever else restores you! With Love. xx 🙏💝
What a heartfelt recounting of that delicate balance, when the body hovers between life and death. How reassuring that you got the affirmation of Lynn's reunion with John.
There is a Jewish prayer, "Birth is a beginning, death is a destination, and life is a journey." I've always felt that sentiment was incomplete--because life and death are cycles. Perhaps there are further journeys between death and life again. Your work seems to explore that, Simone.
Curious to find out if/how your knowing of that other between cycle eases the "Hard Times"?
Hello Robyn, yes, it seems that death is a birthing and l wonder why these two ‘home’ portals can be so diverse in relation to how the person experiences it. It is sometimes said we are born and die alone, l don’t agree with that at all. Yes, l agree with you … death is like a train station and we arrive home. When we leave the house, we can be seen again… like here. We don’t cease to exist behind close doors because we cannot be seen.
There are journeys between life and death because our soul is having simultaneous life experiences on other planes. John has given me a bit re what he is experiencing, l understand that the soul has access to all of its lives and so the learning continues between lives, we are an accumulation of all our experiences, including those we don’t remember. I do wonder if our human aspect can view existences in other dimensions while it is ‘home’. There is an element of us creating, imagining, dreaming that experience as well … depending on our needs. And there is deep collaboration with different teams … l think souls are busy and free … no time.thanks for being here and commenting Robyn, l always enjoy our exchanges 🙏🌀💙. Thank you too, for sharing this post.
I'm very sorry for your loss, Simone. A lovely and heartfelt tribute. Glad to hear she's no longer in pain and that she's together with her brother. Sending you a big hug 💗Thinking of you...
Hey now Simone, I am touched by your poem and message🌻🌀❤️My feelings and thoughts are with you, more soon, I’m off to help dear brother B and will be thinking about your poem. Grace be with you, 🦊🔥
Dear Simone, I’m sitting in the garden listening to all this unfold. I'm so very sorry to hear your sad family news. What you’ve written here carries such profound tenderness, and such a steady, loving witness to Lynn, to John, and to the long arc of devotion that has bound all of your lives together.
I can feel the weight and the grace of these passing days ... the vigilance, the advocacy, the exhaustion, that fierce love that kept you moving back and forth across the state ... holding Lynn through pain, confusion and the thinning veil. You were such a loving companion to her in those final hours, and the way you describe cupping her face and whispering ... "you’re safe" released many compassionate tears.
The feather on John’s hat, standing upright that morning, feels like it was a quiet blessing ... an embodied reminder of the guidance you’ve carried from him, and the balance you’ve had to hold: gentle, firm, loving, clear. You honoured that balance with such integrity in those hospital corridors. Lynn knew it too. She felt it deeply. Her words to you ... "I love you because you are my friend" ... are a testament to the sisterly bond you built over those thirty five years, a bond that held even as her body was failing.
The way you describe her passing ... relief, sadness, gratitude ... captures the very essence of loss so precisely. It "is" a fine balance. And the synchronicity of "Hard Times" arriving in your mind, then hearing it sung live later, feels like a sacred thread being pulled through from another realm ... a reminder that love continues to move, to signal, to accompany.
Your beautiful poem for Lynn is luminous ... an invocation, a blessing, a homecoming. It holds the spiritual dimension of this transition with such clarity and softness. It feels like a sacred doorway being opened for her, and for you.
Thank you so much for sharing this. As I listened, many times I said to myself, what a beautiful, tender writer Simone is. For this is such a deeply human, deeply loving account of what it means to accompany someone across the threshold, and to honour the ones who have shaped us. Lynn landed safely because she was held safely in love. And you were part of that passage in a way that will echo for a long time.
I also need to share this: on Sunday morning, you appeared in my dream. I dreamt I had flown to Australia to visit you. Your house was filled with red chairs and red settees ... everything was red. And because I knew what was happening from our earlier exchanges, I worried you were sad.
But when I spoke to you, you simply laughed and said, “Welcome.” It was a one word dream, and there you were sitting in a red house. The view out the front was mountains and sea, and the view out the back was identical. I didn't question it. I woke just before dawn, came here, and read about Josh’s passing.
I knew only this: something had shifted, even before I understood what. And I know I've said this many times, but you sharing these moments with us means so much. In your words, it feels as though you're holding us too ... softly whispering, "It's ok, you're safe." Tears fall; let them. 🙏💖💫🫂✨
Hello Deborah, thank you 🙏💝. I feel very sad that she had to endure multiple unnecessary traumas in the last weeks of her life. Unfortunately, it doesn’t surprise me with how the medical system operates. And l called on John to guide me, there was a lot of blind and rod swinging. The feather and message was just wow … he was present to what had already happened in conversations, and l was ready to fire. The poem came last Friday morning and l read it Sunday, feeling very sad ❤️🩹😔. Of course, so much isn’t written here, so thank you for your comment … about the tenderness, l am pleased that came through.
Re your dream. I do have red leather seats on my retro wooden dining chairs. And this is what l say when people come to my house, “Greetings … Welcome”, so you’re onto it, and the sea view is just beautiful 30 min drive away. I actually wrote a poem about that drive and had it is this post as well, but took it out. And yes, l was sad and my heart breaks for Veronika ❤️🩹.
It is OK, we are safe … to feel, and we are safe to hold each other, in our vulnerability, our strength.
Oh Simone, this lands so softly and so deeply. Thank you for sharing a little more of what's moving beneath the surface for you ... the sorrow, the vigilance, the love, the blind swinging, the feather, the poem arriving when it did. I can feel how much you've been carrying, and how much love and light you've brought to every moment of it.
And as those 'dreamy' red seats ... a full‑body shiver response here, goosebumps, as Jamie would say! For to dream them so vividly and then learn that you 'actually' have red seats … well for me, that’s one of those sacred moments where the veil thins and someone in the field is speaking.
Indeed, so much tenderness came through your words. And yes, it 'is' OK. We're safe to feel, to 'feel into our listening' as you would so rightly say ... and to hold each other in the beauty, rawness and strength of it all. Love received and returned. ✨🙏💖🫂💫
Thank you for feeling into this with me. 🙏❤️🩹My hands were on her face because I knew she would feel the energy of my intention as well as the words. 💜Well, if you ever head this way, you are welcome to sit on those red seats and share a meal or two… tell Lin there is plenty to photograph on our beautiful coast and Otways 😊. BTW, I have wooden retro lounge furniture to match. The couch has an orange fabric, one chair green, and the other purple … no kidding. Except the house and walls are a neutral white 😂. The veil certainly thins … we ping our love energy, and it is instant. 😊
How beautiful! I can only imagine how peaceful and calming that tender act must’ve felt for Lynn. Well, if I’m ever in the neighbourhood so to speak, I’ll be sure to let you know.
Re dream, the ‘Rubedo’ comes to mind, it’s the last stage of Alchemy, fondly know in the Jungian world as the ‘coming to life’ stage and here we both are (I’ve just learnt from Jamie) sitting beneath March’s Full ‘Blood’ Moon. 🙏💖🥰
I just ran outside to see the moon from my front verandah, she is half hidden… it’s nearly midnight here, so l must flick off the light 💡 or l will be late for the waves tomorrow 🌊.l love the synchronicity, the alchemy, the moon. 🌕 I have just read your harrowing poem Deborah, l hope you have a good day and carry a light heart. Good night beautiful soul 🙏♥️
Oh Simone, that sounds so lovely! Mother Moon half‑hidden, you slipping out onto the verandah before midnight ... already listening for tomorrow’s waves. Sleep well, dear heart, and thank you so much for holding my poem with such tenderness tonight. 🙏💝✨
Is that right💥 I’ll meet you in Nashville, and while there I will purchase a pair of red cowgirl boots 🤗 red is my favorite color. Colorado means, the color red in Spanish
Hi Rasha, thank you 🙏💝. Yes, she is safe 😇. The dates and number synchronicities are things l notice. So,here we are at a 7 year cycle re these significant losses … l can’t believe it all either. What were your father’s favourite flowers? Much love to you too ♥️
Hey C.J, thank you for being here, you have out a smile on my face 😊. Love and hugs gratefully received and returned 🙏🌀💙. I hope you are travelling well … l must pop over onto your page ✍🏻🙏
Please do visit … IF you can. I’ve been caught in a Substack glitch for four days now. Couldn’t post in my page or in notes and I only hear from 4 people at the most every day. I’m locked up and feeling very invisible.
But I’m coping because I still have Quora and I can post there.
Hi C.J, that’s shite … l just checked on my phone and l can see your page but l need to check on this iPad as l can’t manage on the phone. I fly by now as it’s nearly midnight here and way past my bedtime. 🤣 You take care too. Hope you have a great day and things get sorted 🙏♥️.
Thank you, I’m trying. You have a great night’s sleep! I hope I see you again. I hate the way things are here now. You aren’t someone I ever see anymore. Take care.
What a warm, touching farewell to your sister-in-law and, more importantly, your friend.
While it is sad to lose someone, your writings remind me that she isn't gone, just in a different plane and now you will likely be able to commune with her as you have with the rest of your Soul team. And that team now has an additional player. How wonderful! I am certain that is not the last we will hear from Lynn.
Thank you for sharing this! Sending love to you. XO
Hi Sis, yes, we must feel the emotions of the loss, each time they present, on whatever timelines they present. I am grateful that l was able to be there for her, and yes, she was present during the writing of this post, which l mention in the next one. Trust you are thriving. 🙏💖. Lots of love to you Danielle, thank you for being here too. ♥️
Simone. Thank you. You have a gift of taking us into the spaces of your life. Between words. To be there in moments. The ethereal feather. Wings. Hats. Beer. More beer. Angels. To be able to say goodbye on a level where you still say hello. Thank you for truly showing us. The endings can still be beginnings. Thank you for helping me see. To touch a belief. In the one- ness of the circle. Thank you for paddling into the ripple. Blessings to Lynn, David and to all of Team John. Thanks so much for sharing.
🙏❤️💫
Thank you Jamie, somehow this knowing, it doesn’t lessen or bypass the grief, it gives the emotions more presence, in the fluidity of their changing movements … like a seeing, a lens. An aliveness. Looking beyond brings clarity to our human being-ness, that has been a major unfolding for me in the 7 years since John died. Thank you for your support 🙏🌀💙
“To be able to say goodbye on a level where you still say hello.”
Jamie, these are striking words and sentiment. Be well, Geraldine
Simone, thank you for sharing this account of happy family times and Lynn's final days here on the earthly plane. What a skill and a gift you have to be able to speak on behalf when dealing with a System that is not listening. Your encouragement from John to "Go gently, be firm, it’s a fine balance" must have given so much support and relief to Lynn and all of the family.
Those days of fringed umbrellas, eskys (chilli bins in NZ. :-) and summer cricket. You painted a picture that I could hear, taste and smell those happy family times.
The feather in standing position. The wings of angels. She has arrived. Homecomings.
Thinking of you and your family. xx❤️💫
Good morning Jo, thank you for your kind words and thoughts, very much appreciated. 💛10 years of my father in care (and being attentive to it), caring for John at home and having my declining mother (several hospital stays) move in with us, was my apprenticeship really. And l have always been the type of person who would rather know what a problem is than skirt around it. And not to be intimidated by the medical system. They really are desensitised. I think it’s all about the art of questioning, they don’t like it though. 🤨😂.
Yes, the chilli-bin, sounds better than Esky, which is just the brand name for a chiili-bin 🤣.
Seriously, John and his feather … just wow, all of the messages and signs are. I have never felt such deep gratitude when l receive. Always a wow, never taken for granted. Thanks for being here Jo. Hope you have a great day 🙏💝
You've done so much Simone. So much care and questioning. Your family are lucky to have you. And yes the med system certainly don't like being questioned!
Have a lovely nourishing weekend in surf, meditation, writing and whatever else restores you! With Love. xx 🙏💝
Thank you Jo 🙏, you have a great weekend too ... the water was divine the other day, I must get back down there 🌊. Lots of love 💖🌻
What a heartfelt recounting of that delicate balance, when the body hovers between life and death. How reassuring that you got the affirmation of Lynn's reunion with John.
There is a Jewish prayer, "Birth is a beginning, death is a destination, and life is a journey." I've always felt that sentiment was incomplete--because life and death are cycles. Perhaps there are further journeys between death and life again. Your work seems to explore that, Simone.
Curious to find out if/how your knowing of that other between cycle eases the "Hard Times"?
Hello Robyn, yes, it seems that death is a birthing and l wonder why these two ‘home’ portals can be so diverse in relation to how the person experiences it. It is sometimes said we are born and die alone, l don’t agree with that at all. Yes, l agree with you … death is like a train station and we arrive home. When we leave the house, we can be seen again… like here. We don’t cease to exist behind close doors because we cannot be seen.
There are journeys between life and death because our soul is having simultaneous life experiences on other planes. John has given me a bit re what he is experiencing, l understand that the soul has access to all of its lives and so the learning continues between lives, we are an accumulation of all our experiences, including those we don’t remember. I do wonder if our human aspect can view existences in other dimensions while it is ‘home’. There is an element of us creating, imagining, dreaming that experience as well … depending on our needs. And there is deep collaboration with different teams … l think souls are busy and free … no time.thanks for being here and commenting Robyn, l always enjoy our exchanges 🙏🌀💙. Thank you too, for sharing this post.
I find it all so fascinating. Thank you for sharing all you are getting about these experiences, Simone!
Thanks Robyn 😊🙏💝
I'm very sorry for your loss, Simone. A lovely and heartfelt tribute. Glad to hear she's no longer in pain and that she's together with her brother. Sending you a big hug 💗Thinking of you...
Thanks Lani, hugs received and returned 🥰💖🙏🏼
Hey now Simone, I am touched by your poem and message🌻🌀❤️My feelings and thoughts are with you, more soon, I’m off to help dear brother B and will be thinking about your poem. Grace be with you, 🦊🔥
Hi sister G, thank you 🙏💝, and thank you for your support behind this space 💐💖. Hope the visit with B goes well 🙏🔥🦊. Grace, yes 😊
Dear Simone, I’m sitting in the garden listening to all this unfold. I'm so very sorry to hear your sad family news. What you’ve written here carries such profound tenderness, and such a steady, loving witness to Lynn, to John, and to the long arc of devotion that has bound all of your lives together.
I can feel the weight and the grace of these passing days ... the vigilance, the advocacy, the exhaustion, that fierce love that kept you moving back and forth across the state ... holding Lynn through pain, confusion and the thinning veil. You were such a loving companion to her in those final hours, and the way you describe cupping her face and whispering ... "you’re safe" released many compassionate tears.
The feather on John’s hat, standing upright that morning, feels like it was a quiet blessing ... an embodied reminder of the guidance you’ve carried from him, and the balance you’ve had to hold: gentle, firm, loving, clear. You honoured that balance with such integrity in those hospital corridors. Lynn knew it too. She felt it deeply. Her words to you ... "I love you because you are my friend" ... are a testament to the sisterly bond you built over those thirty five years, a bond that held even as her body was failing.
The way you describe her passing ... relief, sadness, gratitude ... captures the very essence of loss so precisely. It "is" a fine balance. And the synchronicity of "Hard Times" arriving in your mind, then hearing it sung live later, feels like a sacred thread being pulled through from another realm ... a reminder that love continues to move, to signal, to accompany.
Your beautiful poem for Lynn is luminous ... an invocation, a blessing, a homecoming. It holds the spiritual dimension of this transition with such clarity and softness. It feels like a sacred doorway being opened for her, and for you.
Thank you so much for sharing this. As I listened, many times I said to myself, what a beautiful, tender writer Simone is. For this is such a deeply human, deeply loving account of what it means to accompany someone across the threshold, and to honour the ones who have shaped us. Lynn landed safely because she was held safely in love. And you were part of that passage in a way that will echo for a long time.
I also need to share this: on Sunday morning, you appeared in my dream. I dreamt I had flown to Australia to visit you. Your house was filled with red chairs and red settees ... everything was red. And because I knew what was happening from our earlier exchanges, I worried you were sad.
But when I spoke to you, you simply laughed and said, “Welcome.” It was a one word dream, and there you were sitting in a red house. The view out the front was mountains and sea, and the view out the back was identical. I didn't question it. I woke just before dawn, came here, and read about Josh’s passing.
I knew only this: something had shifted, even before I understood what. And I know I've said this many times, but you sharing these moments with us means so much. In your words, it feels as though you're holding us too ... softly whispering, "It's ok, you're safe." Tears fall; let them. 🙏💖💫🫂✨
Hello Deborah, thank you 🙏💝. I feel very sad that she had to endure multiple unnecessary traumas in the last weeks of her life. Unfortunately, it doesn’t surprise me with how the medical system operates. And l called on John to guide me, there was a lot of blind and rod swinging. The feather and message was just wow … he was present to what had already happened in conversations, and l was ready to fire. The poem came last Friday morning and l read it Sunday, feeling very sad ❤️🩹😔. Of course, so much isn’t written here, so thank you for your comment … about the tenderness, l am pleased that came through.
Re your dream. I do have red leather seats on my retro wooden dining chairs. And this is what l say when people come to my house, “Greetings … Welcome”, so you’re onto it, and the sea view is just beautiful 30 min drive away. I actually wrote a poem about that drive and had it is this post as well, but took it out. And yes, l was sad and my heart breaks for Veronika ❤️🩹.
It is OK, we are safe … to feel, and we are safe to hold each other, in our vulnerability, our strength.
Thank you, lots of love to you 🙏💝
Oh Simone, this lands so softly and so deeply. Thank you for sharing a little more of what's moving beneath the surface for you ... the sorrow, the vigilance, the love, the blind swinging, the feather, the poem arriving when it did. I can feel how much you've been carrying, and how much love and light you've brought to every moment of it.
And as those 'dreamy' red seats ... a full‑body shiver response here, goosebumps, as Jamie would say! For to dream them so vividly and then learn that you 'actually' have red seats … well for me, that’s one of those sacred moments where the veil thins and someone in the field is speaking.
Indeed, so much tenderness came through your words. And yes, it 'is' OK. We're safe to feel, to 'feel into our listening' as you would so rightly say ... and to hold each other in the beauty, rawness and strength of it all. Love received and returned. ✨🙏💖🫂💫
Thank you for feeling into this with me. 🙏❤️🩹My hands were on her face because I knew she would feel the energy of my intention as well as the words. 💜Well, if you ever head this way, you are welcome to sit on those red seats and share a meal or two… tell Lin there is plenty to photograph on our beautiful coast and Otways 😊. BTW, I have wooden retro lounge furniture to match. The couch has an orange fabric, one chair green, and the other purple … no kidding. Except the house and walls are a neutral white 😂. The veil certainly thins … we ping our love energy, and it is instant. 😊
Hi Simone, is the color of your home’s roof, red metal?
No, sister G, the little house getting renovated and extended next door has a red metal roof. Mine is woodland grey 😊
Woodland grey, a nice title for a poem or song, see ya later 😘
How beautiful! I can only imagine how peaceful and calming that tender act must’ve felt for Lynn. Well, if I’m ever in the neighbourhood so to speak, I’ll be sure to let you know.
Re dream, the ‘Rubedo’ comes to mind, it’s the last stage of Alchemy, fondly know in the Jungian world as the ‘coming to life’ stage and here we both are (I’ve just learnt from Jamie) sitting beneath March’s Full ‘Blood’ Moon. 🙏💖🥰
I just ran outside to see the moon from my front verandah, she is half hidden… it’s nearly midnight here, so l must flick off the light 💡 or l will be late for the waves tomorrow 🌊.l love the synchronicity, the alchemy, the moon. 🌕 I have just read your harrowing poem Deborah, l hope you have a good day and carry a light heart. Good night beautiful soul 🙏♥️
Oh Simone, that sounds so lovely! Mother Moon half‑hidden, you slipping out onto the verandah before midnight ... already listening for tomorrow’s waves. Sleep well, dear heart, and thank you so much for holding my poem with such tenderness tonight. 🙏💝✨
Is that right💥 I’ll meet you in Nashville, and while there I will purchase a pair of red cowgirl boots 🤗 red is my favorite color. Colorado means, the color red in Spanish
♥️♥️♥️♥️🔥🦊🎶.
Hi Simone, sending my deepest condolences 💐🙏🏼 Beautifully told, thank you for sharing with us. I’m so glad you got a message she arrived safely. 🥲
It’s also interesting February 5th was John’s passing anniversary, 7 years ago?
My dad’s 7 year anniversary will be this week on March 5th. I can’t believe it. So much has happened in 7 years. I’m going to bring him flowers.
Much love to you! 🌹
Hi Rasha, thank you 🙏💝. Yes, she is safe 😇. The dates and number synchronicities are things l notice. So,here we are at a 7 year cycle re these significant losses … l can’t believe it all either. What were your father’s favourite flowers? Much love to you too ♥️
The synchronicities are definitely something! My father loved roses. I took for granted how many rose bushes I grew up around 🥹🌹🙏🏼
🙏💐🌹♥️
I never see you anymore, Simone. Today was a blessing!
Sending love and hugs.
Hey C.J, thank you for being here, you have out a smile on my face 😊. Love and hugs gratefully received and returned 🙏🌀💙. I hope you are travelling well … l must pop over onto your page ✍🏻🙏
Please do visit … IF you can. I’ve been caught in a Substack glitch for four days now. Couldn’t post in my page or in notes and I only hear from 4 people at the most every day. I’m locked up and feeling very invisible.
But I’m coping because I still have Quora and I can post there.
Take care, dear friend.
Hi C.J, that’s shite … l just checked on my phone and l can see your page but l need to check on this iPad as l can’t manage on the phone. I fly by now as it’s nearly midnight here and way past my bedtime. 🤣 You take care too. Hope you have a great day and things get sorted 🙏♥️.
Thank you, I’m trying. You have a great night’s sleep! I hope I see you again. I hate the way things are here now. You aren’t someone I ever see anymore. Take care.
Yes, l don’t know how it decides who gets what either. Many have dropped off my feed too. You take care too C.J. 🙏♥️
Thank you, Simone. Will do my best because I love it here and I would hate to leave.
Hi C. J.
Have you tried posting on Substack.com and not Substack the app, just a thought. Technology can be stubborn. Have a blessed day, Geraldine
Good idea sister G ✍🏻💖
It’s a lovely day, I’m heading out into it, I’ll let you know what I find🤗
👋😊🙏💖
I don’t have the app on my phone, only on my laptop.
💞
Bittersweet, such poignancy. Well done, Lynn. Well done John. Well done, you, Simone.
Thank you Katie, l really appreciate your comment 🙏💝
Dear Soul Sister,
What a warm, touching farewell to your sister-in-law and, more importantly, your friend.
While it is sad to lose someone, your writings remind me that she isn't gone, just in a different plane and now you will likely be able to commune with her as you have with the rest of your Soul team. And that team now has an additional player. How wonderful! I am certain that is not the last we will hear from Lynn.
Thank you for sharing this! Sending love to you. XO
Hi Sis, yes, we must feel the emotions of the loss, each time they present, on whatever timelines they present. I am grateful that l was able to be there for her, and yes, she was present during the writing of this post, which l mention in the next one. Trust you are thriving. 🙏💖. Lots of love to you Danielle, thank you for being here too. ♥️