Life is indeed a journey and death is a continuing   journey for all of us when our time comes,
as consciousness or the soul as some call it,  never dies.

We often wonder, what is Omar doing now that he crossed the tunnel to the Other World? Does he
continue to live life fully but in spirit form? Does he see us? Is he guiding and watching his Mom?
Does he see what his brother is experiencing?  The answers, we can catch glimpses of, through
gifted mediums, or through an intuition, or spiritual visitations,  but until we meet again, we won't
know exactly what life is really like on the Other Side.

This section is in honor of Omar's memory who passed away very quickly from undiagnosed  
hydrocephalus  (water in the brain).  Here I share a little bit of my nephew's presence, my sister's
soul.... through her art and words and my own thoughts.
'When you were born, you
cried and the world
rejoiced.
Live your life in a manner
so that when you die the
world cries and you
rejoice.'

---Native American Proverb


Creativity is very healing for my sister
Norma, as she often feels her son's
presence and love while painting. The
images of these two paintings reminds
me of portals and bridges into another
world. Like my sister's spirit which is
filled with strength and grace, I am
touched that in the midst of her sorrow,
her paintings reflect the light within her.  I
see a  a touch of peace, light and the
promise of something beautiful across
the bridge.

Her painting,  "Angel Dust" is on the
cover of January's 08'  
Wisdom Magazine
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Writing a book on transforming grief is a sensitive subject as we all  are
all unique, with own belief system, and what gives comfort to one may not
work for another, but I decided that the best gift I can give in honor of Omar
is to be true to myself and openly share my
spiritual thoughts, that of others, and  what I believe can  help to
transmute the darkness of grief into expressing the golden beauty of our
souls, and the after death communications from
contributors. I have trust that whomever is drawn to my book
was meant to read it.

What Works for Me?


So, what works for me? The thought that my nephew has not disappeared
into nothingness. I reason, if we pray to God, and some may talk  to
angels, to saints or connect to a Higher aspect of ourselves influenced by
whatever our particular faith or spiritual path may be, there is more to
reality that what we currently can see as human beings. Even for those
who are agnostic or atheists, know energy never dies which science
supports, so why would the energy of a human being ever die?

Yes, my nephew is very much alive but without a body. I have felt his
presence, felt his love. I accept,  it can never replace the tangible touch
which we miss in a loved one, but it's comforting to know he is around.



Dear Omar:

Thank you for stepping into my life, even if it was for a
short while. You left an impact on all those who loved and
still love you. And, I am not saying nice things about you
just because you left, ::smile::::, I always loved you
because from the time you were a little boy, you showed
kindness, a maturity beyond your years and a deep love
and respect for your Mom. The journey you both
experienced when you were a little boy, could be made
into a book or movie, your Mom would like to call it a
Mother's Karma.

The greatest comfort I  have, even when I miss you is that
you were a happy teenager and appreciated your Mom
which you told your friends. You lived your life to the
fullest, and had plans to be a psychiatrist, a field that was
perfect for you.

Now you are a healer in heaven, and until we meet again,
please keep an eye on your Mom as she still needs your
spiritual presence to continue moving foward in her llife.



Love,

Aunt Marie   
What works for me?
Wandering Star
by Portishead

Omar's favorite song!
Omar was born in New York City, October 21st. 1986, and became our Angel July 26th. 2005.  He passed away in the arms
of his mom and his best friend, Gerson. He expressed his love by kissing their hands and telling  them how much he loved
them...  He graduated from St. Francis Prep, in NYC, and was attending his third semester at Stony Brook University in Long
Island. His dream in life was to become a Psychiatrist.