For all of you with children who have crossed the veil, on this day in which you celebrate motherhood, know that your children celebrate with you.  “We understand your sadness,” they say, “but we are still here.”

“I chose to be your child before even coming into form.  I was with you before I was born, and I am with you after I passed.  It was Love that brought us together and love that keeps us as one.  We cannot be separated.  Think of me not as a physical body.  You think that is the part of me you miss the most, but it is the love we cherish, and love never dies.  Look up at the sky today and talk to me.  I am not there in the clouds.  I am right there in your heart.”

These are not mere words.  This is reality.  Your thoughts draw those who have passed near, for they are as real as you are as aspects of consciousness—expressions of the divine.  Grief and sadness keep you from feeling their presence, so dry your tears and ask for a sign:  just the right song that plays unexpectedly, a visit from a bird or yellow butterfly, a name whispered by a stranger, a sign on a billboard or a car, a touch on your skin, a surge of love from within, or simply pure awareness of their presence.  Mother’s Day is every day, for that which love has brought together cannot ever be separated.