This has been an interesting few days. I think Cathie found this picture from May'02 of the girls and I in an old fashion photo booth. When I first saw the picture on the dresser, I was struck. I stumbled about a bit and had to get a hold of myself. I felt as if I had just struck by something unexpectedly. Alicia would have been 9 yo and Jasmine 4 yo. Life was so much emotionally simpler back then even though my mom had still died before.
I have been watching Grey's Anatomy on our Netflix account and a few other movies. I must have seen at least 2 various intpretations of heaven or at least the step in-between both places. In the Grey's Anatomy version (Season 3), the principle is met by two people who had preceded them in death to help explain and ease the transition. In this particular story, they principle character was forced to return to life because it was not her time thus she did not belong.
What was interesting was the people who had died still felts links to those living who were close to them. Like a cool breeze was one walks down a hallway that gives you a calm feeling that person is there. When I watched that episode it reminded of many times when I thought I felt Alicia's presence while just going about life. In my head I hear her saying 'silly pops' in her mocking voice. I immediately snap out of my thoughts. I likened this to a scene in City of Angels when an angel touches a person to help guide them.
At dinner last night in SF, I ran into an old friend whose daughter went to school with Alicia. They had been good friends and played some soccer together. I was leaving Picaro as they walked in. Her daughter and her friend were all together. I was struck as to how mature she she had become. I have not seen them both since Alicia's memorial last March. Wow. Life is certainly moving on yet I feel part of me is stuck. Stuck in March of last year. Stuck. Emotionally stuck.
We're just less than 1 month away from the 1st anniversary.
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