An excerpt from the book, Baby It’s You: Messages From Deceased Heroes
The knock at the door brings the message that brides or mothers and fathers will always hear in their heads. The heart races at a speed no one wants to remember—starting from the moment they see casualty officers walk up the driveway to the moment they leave. Sometimes it isn’t a knock at the door, but a suicide that changes lives too soon.
It is from that moment on for some that the love messages begin to unfold. They begin in any number of ways. “Their song” is played on the radio. A dream wraps around their love in circles. A smell recalls a special moment. A seemingly unending kiss shivers of what is to come. Perhaps it’s a penny that miraculously appears in places no one could have left it.
It doesn’t matter what the connection; all that matters is the loved one is gone from here, from how we knew them. Yet they come to us in a different way.
Many of the widows, mothers and soldiers in Baby It’s You could not wait to tell their connections. These are beautiful stories from those who hold grief but move ahead each day, each hour, and each moment. They kiss their babies; they feed their families; they laugh on Facebook; and they share pictures of their memories.
It is all good, all bad and all ugly. It is life and death and the knowingness that the departed are still with us always and that love never dies. It is the smiles and kisses imprinted in our brains and hearts forever, the song or the dance that keeps us celebrating the memories. Cycles continue amid the chaos of life, with new marriages, new grandbabies, new puppies and new marriages.
Prayer and devotion guided many of these soldiers, now and before. Love is the tie that has no boundaries. It always connects forever and a day.
TILL DEATH DO US NOT PART
Familiar songs continue to play from hearts that are always connected.
Pennies, feathers, heart shapes from nowhere, dreams that are waking.
Your message comes in the morning, in the night, time stops
“To have and to hold you from this day forward.
For richer. For poorer, in sickness and in health.
To love and to cherish from this day forward
Until death do us part.”
Until death do us not part
About the Author: Maureen McGill , MA , BFA has been an Associate Professor at Pacific Lutheran University in Tacoma, Washington for thirty-eight years. She directed the University Dance Ensemble and taught courses in dance, movement, choreography and the healing arts.
Maureen’s keen interest in the intuitive arts has expanded her curiosity to the spiritual side of life. She is a featured reader of the tarot in the Northwest and appears as guests on local and international radio networks. She is available for individual readings.