Friday, August 26, 2011

One day.

There was one day that sticks out in my memories of this summer. I was feeling so completely lost and honestly did not know how I would ever get through the rest of my life, and just really missed my sister. My parents were both out and I after I had just cried my heart out for a while, I figured I couldn't just sit there all day or I would go insane, so I texted Georgie and told her how I was feeling. She told me I could come over and we would just have a relaxing day, hang out, whatever. I composed myself and drove over. When I got there, her and her parents were setting up her room so she could paint it. Her mum said to me "Georgie tells me you are having a sad day". It was such a simple sentence and yet there was something about the obvious openness and honesty in their family that struck me as refreshing. It made me feel good to realize that a.) there are obviously many people who care about me and b.) there is no reason to hide feelings. She then pulled out a box of cards, and we sat down at the kitchen table. She had me close my eyes, take a deep breath, and shuffle the deck of cards in my hands until I found one that called to me. I selected my card and read it. She said to me "does that have any meaning to you?" I swear I thought I was going to break down and cry all over again. Luckily I didn't,  but the words on that card were so perfect for that moment and for everything I was feeling that I couldn't get over it. She went into her room and got a round box filled with photos and other things. She pulled out a pile of photos to show me. It was her best friend who passed away when they were in their late teens. It was her best friend whom Georgie is named after. Then she pulled out another deck of tarot cards, and gave them to me. I absolutely treasure that deck of cards! They have helped me a lot. I know many people are skeptical about pyschics and what happens when we die, but it doesn't matter to me. It is something for me to hold onto. Georgie's mum told me about amazing stories about her and her friends' experiences with pyschics and also about her mum's (so Georgie's grandma's) experiences. Some of it is just too unbelievable and freaky for it not to be real. She also told me that when we are sad, it makes it harder for them to be happy in heaven or wherever they are. It is not a long wait for them, although it feels like an eternity to us. She told me to live for my sister. And that is what I am doing. 

After all of this intensity, me and Georgie spent a while listening to music and painting her room. It was extremely therapeutic, and even though I would never have guessed it beforehand, it was exactly what I needed. I am so thankful to have such wonderful people in my life, people who are always looking out for me and giving me strength when I need it the most!