SHOUT MY NAME

Sometimes I scream in my car.
I scream LOUD!
I scream the name of my Son. 
I call for my Dad. 
I shout for my Mom.

I want them to hear ME.
To give ME a sign. To be with ME again.
I scream in my car where no one can hear me - except them.

It was mid-afternoon on a beautiful fall day. We were walking a path as trees dropped yellow leaves that swirled to the ground like golden breadcrumbs marking our way. The sun eased through the space between branches, creating diamonds in the waterfalls and warmth on my face. It was the kind of day that seemed almost too flawless to be real - more like a movie set created to look like perfection.

A woman in our group said,
   “My Dad always told me that if I was in a       place he would like, to shout his name so       he could be there with me.”
 
She shouted her Dad’s name slowly. 
I could almost see the sound travel along the path, dance through the streams, and climb up through the trees.

I realized in that moment that I had been doing this wrong.
Instead of it being about me and how I wanted and needed to see, feel, and hear from those who have passed, it should be about them. By shouting their names in places of beauty and in times of joy, it is an invitation for them to share in the moment.

I am excited to make this act of love a part of my life. I have great memories of the kinds of things and places my Dad, Mom, and Son loved. Now, when I’m in places of beauty or around the things that remind me of them and I find myself thinking, ‘oh they would have loved this,' I will shout their names. 
I will shout loud and slow and visualize their name as if it were a shooting star glowing and glittering as it circles around me, and together we will share the experience.

And now, I ask all who know and love me to do the same when I am gone.
Shout my name!                        
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Pennie's Life Lesson:
   “Say the names of those who have passed               during moments of beauty and
                           in times of joy.  
​        Invite them to join your experience.”    
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Pennie Heart to Heart
SHOUT MY NAME!

YOUR TURN
My intent in sharing this with you is to encourage you to think about  how you talk to your loved ones who have passed. 
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