What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger

I used to tell a joke about March 4th being “Army Day” — get it? — March forth? Anyway, in 1987, all that changed. It was the year of the triple whammo. First my mom died on January 15th, 1987, then one month later, Dad with his Alzeimer’s Disease was placed in a home, then on March 4th, came the third blow.

I was spending the weekend up north at our family cottage with my boyfriend Rejean. We had taken a long weekend to enjoy some cross-country skiing. Relaxing in the afternoon in the living-room with a glass of wine in front of a roaring fire, suddenly I smelt something unusual. Rejean, I said, I smell smoke. I went into the kitchen and looking up to the ceiling, I saw smoke escaping through the ceiling tiles. I screamed to Rejean who opened the door behind the fireplace and saw flames escaping through the back of the fireplace. “The house in one fire”, he said. “Is there something you want to save?” I thought about the photo album I had shown him the week before, but, panic-striken, I couldn’t remember where it was — in the downstairs bedroom cupboard? in the upstairs bedroom cupboard?” “Never mind,” Rejean said, “grab your purse and we’re outta here.” On the way out of the kitchen, I grabbed the phone on the wall and called the fire department. Our skis were leaning against the wall in the kitchen so we pitched them into the snowbank and left the house, wading waist-deep in the snow down the unplowed road to Rejean’s car that was parked at the bottom of the hill.

We drove down the road to the fish hatchery and knocked at our friend Fred’s door. Sobbing, I said, “Fred, my house is on fire” and at that moment I cast one last look to the top of the hill where my house had stood and I will never forget that image of the flames shooting above the tree-line; the image is indelibly imprinted in my memory.

Heaven got better

In many different traditions lighting a candle is a sacred action. It expresses more than words can express. It has to do with gratefulness. From time immemorial, people have lit candles in sacred places.

Today’s candle is lit For: William Oswald Lacombe, January 24, 1914 – February 25, 1988.

I remember well how in his last days, I kept a vigil at Dad’s bedside, watching him, comatose, taking one breath in, then one breath out, all the while I repeated “I love you Daddy”.

How close I came to lighting a candle by his bedside in his private room in the Centre d’Accueil Alfred Desorchers. What stopped me I don’t know — Mom who had gone before him almost exactly one year before, or Bill who had passed on almost seven years exactly to the month, or my angels and guides who are ever with me? In any event, had I done that, what with Dad being on oxygen, I would have set the whole Home ablaze!

But no, I went home and there by myself, lit a candle and prayed: Daddy, it’s OK; I’m OK, you can go now. I don’t need you anymore; I don’t want you to suffer anymore. Please go to the light. And I slept to be awakened in the middle of the night by the voice of the nurse who said you had better come right away. And I arrived, to find his soul had just left his body. My father was dead. Daddy, I love you immeasurably. You are in my heart and in my soul and in every breath I take.

Happy Birthday, Dad

98 years old today ! This call for a celebration. I have the tea on for you because you never did like a drink.

You know, Dad, I don’t remember celebrating your birthdays when you were on earth. I wonder why that is?! I guess because you never wanted a fuss made about you.

As a little girl, I’m sure I sat on your lap on your birthday like on so many other days.

I know you are having a party tonight in heaven with Mom and Bill and all of your departed relatives and the angels & seraphim. I wish I could be there with you, Dad, but for now I cannot. Nevertheless, my birthday gift to you today is my unending love. That doesn’t surprise you, does it, Dad? :)

I am planning a really big party for your 100th birthday in 2014. But until then, kisses and hugs from your “little dolly”.

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Most recent pic of Stella Joy & Mishi

What I did for love of Stella Joy

Blipathon wrapup

Submitted by Christine aka musecrossing on Sep 27, 2011

Update from the blipstarz.net Blipaton on Sunday, Sept 25.

Sunday September 25th began first in the Southern Hemisphere. My fellow DJ’s down under were first to spin songs for Stella and her Moms. 13 hours l8r, my friends in the Northern Hemisphere took the torch & carried on. All through the day, so many of them laid their hearts on the line, urging their listeners to send love to the family & if possible a donation of any amount, a dime, the cost of a cup of coffee, whatever.

I spent almost all day on the computer, watching blips float by from Australia, Austria, Brazil, Canada, Israel, Japan, New Zealand, United Kingdom, France, Netherlands and Germany and spinning my own songs for Stella Joy.

As my dear friend DJ DavidL1313 from Layfield, U.K. noted: “Can you feel the love from across the universe?” and I could.

These words of my friend & DJ in Wales, Shanti01 sums up the day very well:”heart warming love given 2 a little girl most of us will never know. Music is love, blipstars.”

A special thanks to Angie74 of Blipstarz for making our day possible, once I let her know my wish.

Too many contributors to mention, but I cannot forget atheDJ, battlady, bellbtmblues, cpcdiniz, c3p0, Dancer12, damntheman, dangeloflove, diamondgal, donnadontplay, ear4you, ellendiane, howieward, keithold, ladypyn, lilwldchld, love4me, mizhelena, msmercurial, OrganicSue, rocket1206, scotlandtartanlover, shellsie, streamingmimi, sweet chayenne, AmyisImaginary, ncvibes, Vilesy & pls forgive me if I have left you out.

When I woke in the night unable to sleep I looked up at the firmament which usually is covered with so much smog you cannot see the stars. But last night, they shone brightly, for Stella, our star. I think she felt the love.

Light, Love & Blessings
Christine aka musecrossing

Letter to my (2nd) cousin Aimee

Dear Aimee & Mishi,

Aimee, this is your cousin Christine, aka Christiny Jelly Beany – so nicknamed by your Mom Marilyn – my fav cousin. When Marl gave me the news about Stella at the end of August, I cried. Marl didn’t give me the news sooner because of her unselfish nature in view of the fact that I am a new grandmother myself. Not a day has gone by since then that I have not prayed for a miracle for Stella & prayed for you, Mishi & all the family. I have many many followers & listeners on Twitter & BLIPFM where my alias is musecrossing. I wrote a post on my blog Caution Muse Crossing, http://www.canadianchristine.wordpress.com. Several healers at the Distant Healing Network are also sending prayers & healing thoughts daily for Stella & sending you & Mishi strength. Aimee, your parents chose the best name for you. Please remember that you are loved like no other. I love you, Aimee.

Summertime and the living is anything but easy

How can it be when your two-year old baby daughter is dying? When my favourite cousin called me one week ago to give me the news about her little grand-daughter Stella, I burst into tears. Marilyn had been putting off telling me because I am a new grandmother. Such selflessness is in her nature. If she had let me know sooner, I could have started praying for a miracle sooner because the doctors’ July diagnosis of a malignant brain tumour is terminal and they have given Stella three months to live. But I am not giving up hope. If you would care to read Stella’s story and send her and her mothers Mishi and Aimee and all the family heart energy, I will be forever grateful …www.stellabrunermethven.com