We Don’t Die-Life is Continuous

I entered this world on October 29, 1973, the same day my mother left it, and then returned.

She died giving birth to me, and came back with a story that would shape the rest of my life.

I nearly died too. We both crossed the edge of life and came back two souls intertwined in the same threshold moment.

She had pre-eclampsia, and the birth was traumatic. For a brief time, her heart stopped. She remembers finding herself on a path through a grassy field, lined on both sides with vibrant red flowers swaying in the light. At the end of the path stood her family who had already passed her grandparents, loved ones, and even her first love, who had died in an auto accident. They were all waiting for her with open arms, radiant with love.

Among them was a man she didn’t recognize, standing beside the others, calm and kind.

She felt the pull of their loving peaceful presence and yet she also knew she couldn’t stay. She kept saying, “I have a baby. I have to go back.” The man she didn’t know nodded gently. And all of a sudden she returned. She doesn’t remember much from the first few months after I was born. But she has never forgotten that moment or that field of red flowers.

Several years later, while visiting my father’s family in another state, she was walking down the stairs at her mother-in-law’s house when she happened to look up and froze. There on the wall was a photograph of the man she had seen on the other side.

Seeing the picture brought it all back the path, the flowers, the love, the conversation.

It was my father’s father a man who had died young, and who was rarely spoken of. She had never seen his face before that day.

The Thread That Never Breaks

This story has lived in me my whole life. It shaped my knowing that we don’t die. We shift, we expand, we return home but we don’t end. Consciousness continues. Love continues. Connection continues.

When I speak with Spirit now, I feel the same peace my mother described that luminous calm beyond fear, beyond form. The other side is not “elsewhere.” It’s a dimension of love that interlaces this one, a frequency always near. It is our true home.

Her story reminds me that birth and death are thresholds, not opposites, the moments where the veil thins and souls pass through, carrying light in both directions. We are never truly separate, we are not really gone, we are part of something eternal a great weaving of souls that continues, always.

I feel like I’ve walked that threshold energy ever since between worlds, between endings and beginnings.

My connection with Spirit, my work, even the obstacles I’ve faced in this life all seem to reflect that same energy of return and remembrance. I believe my beginning revealed the work I came here to do.

Many of the women on my mother’s side of the family are intuitive and creative and I know that thread runs through me too. It’s an inheritance of sight and spirit, passed through the maternal line like a whisper carried on the wind.

Maybe that’s why I came into this world already remembering. Why I’ve always felt that Spirit was close.

Why the work I do now, helping others feel their loved ones, guiding them through healing, helping them remember it feels like a continuation of that moment my mother met my grandfather in the light.

Life is not a single thread. It’s a tapestry that never unravels. Love is the thread that holds everything together.