Monday, June 28, 2004
Uncle Bill passed away
Just talking to my brother on the phone. My Uncle Bill, of Blessed memory, passed away last Friday, June 25, 2004.
Friday for me seemed a great day. Saturday though, it was weird. Instead of being in ecstasy, I felt something somber happening. I paced around, turned off the TV, turned on the computer, checked the Hebrew date, to see if it was a day of mourning, 7th of Tamuz, nope nothing in the Hebrew calendar to suggest a day of mourning. Paced on the deck, watched the fish/plants/clouds. Paced inside. Usually I don't pace, usually I stand perfectly still (a lot). Filled the tub, added lavender oil, grabbed a ton of books, some chips and soda. Read the I AM Discourse, amazing how accurate some of the information is, when it came through such cloudy vessels.
Here's the deal. Uncle Bill had just passed over. I was having a personal day of mourning, even though I hadn't been alerted to it by anyone in the earth plane.
It's all connected. We are all connected.
I love my Uncle Bill. He was/is wonderful, gentle, and kind. Back in the day, while living in Milwaukee, Uncle Bill was on the Milwaukee's annual 10 best dressed list. He was gorgeous. When my father was off on shenanigans, it was my Uncle Bill who would step up to the plate and fill the void, helping out with our family.
I love you Uncle Bill, I love you, I love you, I love you.
Love to everyone.
Friday for me seemed a great day. Saturday though, it was weird. Instead of being in ecstasy, I felt something somber happening. I paced around, turned off the TV, turned on the computer, checked the Hebrew date, to see if it was a day of mourning, 7th of Tamuz, nope nothing in the Hebrew calendar to suggest a day of mourning. Paced on the deck, watched the fish/plants/clouds. Paced inside. Usually I don't pace, usually I stand perfectly still (a lot). Filled the tub, added lavender oil, grabbed a ton of books, some chips and soda. Read the I AM Discourse, amazing how accurate some of the information is, when it came through such cloudy vessels.
Here's the deal. Uncle Bill had just passed over. I was having a personal day of mourning, even though I hadn't been alerted to it by anyone in the earth plane.
It's all connected. We are all connected.
I love my Uncle Bill. He was/is wonderful, gentle, and kind. Back in the day, while living in Milwaukee, Uncle Bill was on the Milwaukee's annual 10 best dressed list. He was gorgeous. When my father was off on shenanigans, it was my Uncle Bill who would step up to the plate and fill the void, helping out with our family.
I love you Uncle Bill, I love you, I love you, I love you.
Love to everyone.
