(126) After the loss of a child the pain will always remain

The pain will always remain.

Many people responded to the Dutch version of the previous blog: Shortly after the birth of your child you are told that it is not going to live long.The responses ranged from compassion and intense grief in similar situations to the pain will always remain.

In summary, the responses to the blog in question came down to the following:

  • No matter how long the loss of your child has been …
  • Months … years … even decades …
  • No matter how long the child has lived …
  • Wounds are not healed …
  • Wounds only get worse …
  • No matter how long it takes …
  • It feels (sometimes) like yesterday …
  • The raw and hard edges of loss will (perhaps) eventually soften a little …
  • The pain of losing your child will always stay with you!

The purpose of today’s blog is to try to answer the questions that arose from these responses. However, everyone deals with loss and grief in their own way. Hence, I cannot give a personal answer now … but I can give you a general outline.

Now for the two questions:

  • Why does it take so long to (perhaps) cope with the loss of your child?
  • Maybe the raw and hard edges of the pain of losing your child will eventually soften but why does it never really go away?
An (almost) consecutive series of moment of loss

It is about an (almost) continuous series of moments of los … like an accumulation of loose stones where each stone stands for a moment of loss, including the accompanying emotions. For each stone … for each moment of loss, you could learn to deal with the loss and the grief that goes with it.

It begins when you are told just after the birth of your child that it will not have a long life … perhaps because it is chronically ill or has an inherited genetic defect … and although the medical profession is capable of much … unfortunately not for your new-born. Or it starts after years when you are informed that your child is seriously ill … and must undergo severe treatment … like with cancer. At those times, you jump from one moment to the next … from immense joy … to intense sadness.

Your heart is pounding, and you ask yourself “how do I continue from here?”

During the following years when you are doing your utmost to care for your child … so that he/she may live as long as possible … there are moments when it goes well with your child … maybe even excellent … and you get hope again. Only to discover the next time (again) that it was in vain because your child has deteriorated even further. Your heart is pounding … you have sleepless nights … you wonder … is this what it is … how do I continue from here … what can I still do for my child?

Eventually comes that moment of loss in the run-up to the death of your child … and finally the death of your child … that ultimate moment … when you have no choice … but to let your child go.

And afterwards? Only then do you begin to realise little by little what a roller-coaster ride your life has been. Finally, you begin to realise that you still have a long way to go in the hope of becoming your “old” self again … only to discover later that you must go on in life with your “new” self. And here a moment of loss arises with the discovery that your “old self” is no longer an option.

In retrospect, you discover that this (almost) unbroken series of moment of loss … can no longer be considered an accumulation of separate stones, each stone standing for a moment of loss and the emotions associated with it. Because of your child’s chronic illness, the many moments of hope and hardship … the almost continuous survival … there was not really time to learn to cope (properly) with loss and grief … it became a continuous process of loss and grief … the stones of the pile seem to have been forged together into large(er) blocks that only complicate your bereavement. Something you don’t want because you have so little time left … for yourself.

That makes it all so hard … maybe extra hard … to (eventually) deal with your loss and your grief and the pain will always remain.

An emotional rollercoaster

During all those months … years … it seems to you as if you went from one crisis into the next. Each time you had to look for new answers because old answers no longer seemed to suffice. It was exhausting … you could not rest … giving up was out of the question … after all, caring for your child was much more important to you. They were feelings that regularly overwhelmed you … shook you to the core … turned your world view upside down … made you insecure. It can’t be right that your child should die before you as a parent … that’s not right … that’s not acceptable, is it? It’s just not fair! Yet it happened!

Your greatest fear as a parent is that you will lose your child … that you will lose (part of) your future. The fear that you as a parent have failed … that you should have done more … that you … that you … And even if no blame can be attached to you … you somehow have the feeling that you have failed.

That we are all going to die one day … we know that … that is, however, difficult it may be, that is okay. But losing a child? Even though you have fully committed to your child … you have gone to extremes to let your child live as long as possible … your child eventually died.

On top of that, what these parents went through during all those months … years … is that they went from one crisis to another … from one moment of loss to another. In the meantime, to learn how to deal with loss and grief for every loss … to find a balance … they just didn’t have the time. They were busy taking care of their child … letting the child live as long as possible … these parents could only … survive.

That makes it all so hard … maybe extra hard … to (eventually) deal with your loss and your grief and the pain will always remain.

Your world seems to stand almost still and your outside world … it rushes on.

Once the funeral of your child is over … when you think you can relax and can come to rest … that all the strain of caring for your child is ended … that you can finally learn dealing with your loss of your child and your mourning … only then do you discover that the death of your child has changed everything … forever!

The loss of your child also makes you realise that your family has changed … that there is an empty place. It will never be the same. During joyful family events … during holidays and birthdays … there is always that special feeling … the feeling of that empty place … the feeling of missing your deceased child.

When you meet friends of your child over the years … who have since gotten married … who may have had children of their own … who may have gone to college … you grieve over all the things your deceased child can never do again. At times like that, you can see that friends of your child have grown older, but you can’t imagine what your deceased child would look like at that moment … other than in the photo that is standing or hanging somewhere in the house. Despite all the loss and the emptiness, you will have to continue with your own life … whether you are ready for it or not. Not only for the onrushing world around you … but especially for your family.

Many people know that everyone has their own way of dealing with loss and grief, and yet you run the risk that people outside your family are seeing you as “someone who doesn’t deal with grief in the proper way.” As a result, you repress your grief at that moment again because you need to be there for your partner, your other child(ren) … for the people around you. In the end you draw back into survival mode … which you had already become particularly good at during the life of your child. Learning to deal with your loss and grief threatens to sneak out (again) … and as the years go by, the people around you stop to think about it anymore … and you are unconsciously stuck in your grief.

That makes it all so hard … maybe extra hard … to (eventually) deal with your loss and your grief and the pain will always remain.

Your outside world has no idea what is going on with you.
Overwhelming emotions

You often hear people say that they sympathise with you … that they know how you feel. One thing is certain … these people have no idea what it means when you lose your child … when the death of your child sends a tsunami of emotions through you, and your family. The feeling is “devastating” … is overwhelming … is almost beyond comprehension … is almost beyond words.

Eventually, there comes a time when you no longer want to talk about the loss of your child with others… to avoid burdening others with your grief. Even if it is only to avoid the label of pity, or to prevent others from consciously or unconsciously avoiding you … because those others are afraid or do not know how to deal with it themselves. You get something like a short fuse … you quickly see whether the interest that the other person expresses is genuine … is real! You quickly fathom all kinds of nonsense stories that do not make sense.

You avoid conversations where others say they have experienced the same thing, if not with themselves then with someone else, only worse. How empathetic are these people? On top of that, the puzzles you must solve … or deal with for the rest of your life … is often a lengthy process. Because the grief is often hard to see from the outside, others will be surprised that you are still thinking about your deceased child … months, years, decades later. They have a strong opinion about this without realizing and understanding what is really going on … what it means emotially for you to lose a child that you have cared for, helped, and cared for as long as possible.

Many people end up avoiding you, consciously or unconsciously. Perhaps it is because they find the loss of a child frightening … they do not want to have anything to do with it … they meet a side of life they are afraid of … a side of life where death plays a role … a side where quite different values are important than success, beauty, and status. It makes you have less and less people around you … often a few others come in their place … and you are left with a small select group of people … real friends who support you through thick and thin.

That makes it all so hard … maybe extra hard … to (eventually) deal with your loss and your grief and the pain will always remain.

Completion

It is a tough journey for the parent(s) who care for and take care of a chronically ill child. It becomes even harder when the child is terminal and eventually dies. However, the journey does not end there. The family journey continues without the child … with that empty place in the family … with that empty feeling inside … with the constant reminders at holidays and family events … with the silent grief not to burden others … with the loss of all the dreams you had for your child … with the loss of (part of) your future.

That’s what makes it all so hard … maybe extra hard … and takes so long … months, years, decades … to finally (maybe) deal with your loss and your grief … maybe that’s why the pain of losing your child never goes away.

(125) Shortly after the birth of your child, you are told that it has not been granted a long life

The raw mourning caused by the loss of your child eventually turns into the gentle pain of grief. The sharp edges go off, but the pain of losing your child never passes!

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After the birth of your child, you hear that it has not been given a long life

If, as a parent, you are told at the birth of your child that it is seriously ill and has not been given a long life, then you step into the most intense rollercoaster ride of your life you can imagine. How do you explain to your family, friends and acquaintances what is going on with your new-born? How do you explain what the future holds for your new-born?

And so, it begins

They are not easy conversations with the family! Certainly not when your new-born child looks fantastic despite everything and some family members simply cannot accept that your child is seriously ill. Or because your child has a disease that is genetically linked to one of the family systems … or even both. How do you deal with this within your family? Not to mention the world outside your family. And finally, … how do you deal with it?

How do you continue together when you later discover that the number of friends around you is slowly decreasing? As if they find it difficult or prefer not to be near you anymore. As if you yourselves … you, your partner, and your other children … don’t have a hard enough time. In the end you try to let everything that happens outside your family, slip away from you because your child and family are infinitely more important. But that is easier said than done. It adds an extra dimension to all the problems you already have.

Unconsciously you enter a survival mode

Unconsciously you end up in a survival mode in which you are always fighting for your child to be able to live if possible.

There are times when things are going so great, as if nothing is wrong and your child seems healthy. There are also those moments that are so sad, and your child is so sick that you must rush to the hospital … at that moment you are so afraid that it won’t come home again.

Sometimes those powerful emotional moments come right after each other that you switch in a fleeting moment from joy to fear. Eventually you find repeatedly asking yourself with the thought if this could be your child’s last year?

Maybe by now you have learned not to show your emotions and the pain in you and your family anymore. Because people don’t understand. Or because they think that the pain for themselves or one of their acquaintances is much severe than yours. Or because they ask you the social question “How you are doing?” … but are not interested in your answer at all.

Finally, home Your child can no longer sustain the strength to move on
Finally going Home

And then it comes, always unexpectedly, that inevitable moment when your child shows that no matter how much it wants … how much it loves you … it can no longer muster the strength to move on with life … no longer wants to live … and decides that this is enough … it wants to go Home. How can you, as a parent, finally have the courage to give your child permission to go Home … no matter how hard that may be for you? Nights will be long and sleepless for you … if that wasn’t the case already.

The run-up to death

Eventually come those in and in sad moments where you can consciously experience the run-up to the death of your child. During those days you can only be there for your child, while you would still like to give your child so much. You would like to continue to fight for your child. You would so much like to switch with your child.

However, at a certain point, usually unexpectedly, it becomes quiet around you. Your world seems to tip over and slowly comes to a standstill. It feels like a moment of intense peace. It is the moment when you give your child with all the Love you have, permission to go Home. And you realise that everything has been said between you in Love and Light.

As soon as you have given your permission, slowly, very slowly your world begins to turn again. You begin to hear all the sounds around you again. It is also a moment when you feel a deep inner peace and realise that it is good … as if it should have been like this!

And then

From the birth of your child until the day you allowed your child to go Home, you were in survival mode, maybe for years. No matter how lovingly you were able and allowed to go with and support your child all those years, you were always alert to whether your child was doing well. You yourself probably would have often ignored yourself, after all, your child’s health was to you much more important. The consequence of this can be that during all those years you have pushed your feelings away … which is a thing you can do easily by now.

It became silent at home now that your child is no longer with you. Yes, your partner and your other children are (perhaps) still there, but the child you gave all your attention to is no longer there anymore. The absence is missed by all and with you the most.

On the other hand, perhaps you or your family are happy that your child is at Home; simply because your child had a hard life and finally lost that sick body. It is the beginning of a period in which slowly but surely the “natural order” in and around the family is or can be restored. In my experience this process takes almost as long as your child has lived. In my opinion, your emotions also run much flatter after the death of your child, because you dealt year by year with the thought that your child would die rather sooner than later, than when your child would have suddenly died in a tragic accident.

Suddenly you run into limits again
It will always hurt

And suddenly you run into a line again. Most people in your life are not used to the fact that the mourning after your child’s death can be long. Certainly not in today’s times where everything must happen faster and faster. Likewise, these people are not used to learning that coping with your loss and grief in your case can take quite a long time. Then at some point you get reactions like: “Gee, your child died years ago. Haven’t you got over that yet?” Reactions that cut through your soul at such a moment because it still hurts so much for you. There is no point in explaining this to the other person, he just doesn’t understand it; you had had that experience long before. The result is that almost at once … you switch back into your survival mode again … you have become incredibly good at it by now.

But do realise

But do realise that it is good for you to learn how to deal with your grief and loss. Realise that you can’t always do it on your own in this case. Also realise that you cannot always seek support for this from your partner. After all, your partner also must learn to deal with the same loss. The longer it takes, the better it is for you to seek help from a professional practitioner with a lot of empathy and experience for your situation.

With reliable professional training for counselling in the field of grief and mourning, the requirement is that a counsellor, can counsel a client as far as the counsellor him- or herself is capable with dealing him or her own loss. A great deal of time is spent on this during such a training programme. In short, you could also opt for a programme in which you are certified as a mourning counsellor as a bonus. You will never receive the certificate of such a programme as a gift. You must work very hard for it. Besides, you must work very hard anyway, because learning to cope with loss is very hard and difficult work. Perhaps this is a wonderful new challenge for you, because the loss of your child allows you to find a new destination in life.

On the other hand, if you are looking for a grief counsellor to teach you how to deal with your loss and grief, make sure that this counsellor has experience and knows very well the limits of his or her own loss.

And now a final comment

In this contribution I use the words learning to cope with your loss and mourning. It is my experience that the raw mourning caused by the loss of your child eventually turns into the gentle pain of grief. The sharp edges go off. But the pain of losing your child never passes!

Paradoxical as it is … despite all that sadness … all that pain … and all that loss … in hindsight I would not have missed a day of it. It is what it is … and that is not always easy.

(124) Laugh with all your heart, despite your mourning

Laughing with all your heart after grief and loss

People generally avoid loss and mourning. One does not always know how to react, what to say to a grieving person. From subjects like loss, mourning or death, one becomes sad, gloomy, quiet. But why shouldn’t you be allowed or able to celebrate that the other person, your deceased loved one … that that special other person has somehow accomplished the tasks in life and is allowed to go home. Why shouldn’t you be allowed to celebrate that? Laugh with all your heart and soul, despite your mourning!

Awareness

Recently, after a conversation with a friend, I noticed that I had been laughing with her. That laugh came deep inside … from my core … my soul.

Laughing with all my Heart and Soul
From my Soul

Hours later it dawned on me that since the death of my daughter Anne Birgit, now more than 20 years ago, I had seldom done this! And because of the death of my wife Mary-Anne, already 10 years ago, I was not aware of how I really felt … how I was in life. Even though in those years I worked on myself … alone … or with others. Still, in those years I was able to enjoy life … have fun in life. But despite all that … or perhaps because of all that … that awareness that I had estimated from the laughter … felt to me like a thunderclap in clear heaven.

An ambivalent feeling

That awareness of that laughter deep from my heart gave me an ambivalent feeling. On the one hand it tasted like more … I wanted to be able to laugh more often with all my feelings. But on the other hand, why hadn’t I discovered this in myself sooner … hadn’t I become aware of it sooner?

Yes, I had often laughed and had fun after the great loss of both my soul mates … but somehow it wasn’t real … it didn’t sound real … as if something was missing … something deep inside.

And then all of a sudden … all of a sudden you come across statements by “verken je geest” on Facebook, translated from the Dutch language, like “It’s striking that a smile can have two different meanings … you can use it to show how good you feel … and … to hide how bad you feel”. Or a statement like “The people who laugh the most are the people who have suffered the most”. Yeah, I came across those statements suddenly after I realized that I had been laughing from all of my heart. Or did I not notice such statements earlier? I don’t know.

Light and Love

I want to heal myself and/or be healed so that after all the loss and sorrow that I have experienced so far, I can … really laugh with pleasure … really enjoy life … and really trust myself … love and light in my life are central again. But then I must go inside, to my feelings, to my heart … to my soul? Do I dare to do that? Will I succeed … or … With the help of others, professional experts in experience, it should certainly be possible.

At the same time with that insight I feel a deep peace coming in … as if I finally dare to make the leap to that part of the path that is full of obstacles. Or as Frank A. Clark describes it: “If you find a path without obstacles, it probably leads nowhere.

Conclusion
Dare to take that path ... that path with its many obstacles and let yourself be surprised by the wonderful encounters and lessons you can learn there. Continue to cherish that path with Love and Light.
Continue to cherish that path with Love and Light.

Dare to take that path … that path with its many obstacles and let yourself be surprised by the wonderful encounters and lessons you can learn there. Continue to cherish that path with Love and Light. Show what a wonderful person that other person was … that loved one you have lost. At the same time, show what a wonderful person you are and that despite your loss and mourning, you may shine in the Light and Love of Life. Celebrate that and Laugh with all your Heart and Soul, despite your mourning!

(123) Dad, I missed you so much

Dad, I missed you so much

The story starts with the only time I can consciously remember seeing my father. It ends with the enormous loss during the upbringing of my son. Yes Dad, I missed you so much … afterwards.

As a 3-year-old, I can still remember very well the image of my father about which the story in this blog is about. There are other images, but … these have been photos that have gradually disappeared over the years due to the many removals. That one image, 70 years ago now, which this blog is about, is still crystal-clear to me. However, it seems as if I am now looking through a magnifying glass. I see my father’s face in every detail. The rest of the space he is in, is blurred.

As I now remember it
As a 3-year-old, I see myself on my knees in the hallway of my grandparents' house and play with my grandfathers's blue-grey wooden toolbox.
The toolbox

As a 3-year-old, I see myself on my knees in the hallway of my grandparents’ house and play with my grandfathers’s blue-grey wooden toolbox. I finally got the lid open and nothing was in the box. From the noises behind me I could hear that my grandmother was busy in the kitchen. Furthermore the house was quiet, very quiet and … the way I now experience it again and letting the feeling of that moment come to me … the house feels as if it waited for something … as if something very intense … something very important was about to happen.

Then the front door opens, and my mother comes in. As soon as she sees me, there is a big smile on her face, and I am glad to see her again. She asks if I will go with her to my Father. Of course, I want to. She picks me up and carries me upstairs to the room where my Father is resting. It is the room I am never allowed to enter. He has tuberculosis and everyone is so terrified that he could infect me that I was certainly not allowed to go to him.

My Father has just woken up and while my Mother is sitting with me on her lap on the floor, away from the bed, he is turning on his side. When he sees me, a radiant smile appears on his face. His eyes are shining all over, he is so happy. So much energy and love he radiates to me. It is a contact from eye to eye … from soul to soul … short and intense. It feels like a farewell … as if he knows he will never see me again.

My mother lifted me up again and we went back downstairs. It was far too short. I wanted to go back to him, but it was not allowed. They were so afraid that I would also be infected with TB. That just wasn’t goingto happen.

Years later

Years later I heard from my Mother that my Father had died a few weeks later. My Mother and Grandparents never really wanted to talk about my Father; that’s how it felt with me. Only many years later during the upbringing of Mervyn, my son, I started to miss my Father enormously. I would have liked so much to talk to him about raising a son. How would he have raised me and what would he have run into? What else would he have wanted to do differently afterwards? So that I wouldn’t have had to raise my Son with “trial and error”. As a father to my son, the number of failures is in stark contrast to the bits that succeeded. Unfortunately, my Father was not allowed to experience my upbringing and that of his grandchild. Dad, I missed you so much!

What I became aware of again

What I realised again while writing this blog is that memory is a fantastic tool. You can’t retrieve everything from your memory just like that. It usually requires triggers, such as a smell, a colour, a sound, an image, or an emotion. One of the triggers with me was a journey through my soul where you go back to your past under hypnosis. Another trigger recently was during a training about loss and mourning in young people. What I now also realise … realise again … is that the consequences of loss and mourning can surface again (many) years later. Time does not heal all wounds, there will always be scars left. It is what it is.

(122) Let your voice be heard

Let your voice be heard: Introduction

Let your voice be heard is a contribution by Josefina Castañeda and is about a father’s message to his daughters. A message in which he says that it is important for them to make their voices heard. To all those it is also a message who, despite all the bumps, all the negative signals, attitudes, fears, and emotions that prevent them from being free and being who they are at their core. It is also the message to let Your Soul through Your Voice be heard by whoever wants to listen to it. It is also the time, despite the many tears of unnecessary suffering that we sometimes have to endure, an ordeal that is there because of others and that others  have to endure, but that can also be resolved when the Soul has touched to see You, to hear You … to grow into who we want to be … like a beautiful butterfly that is allowed to show itself after a struggle of transformation and to be who it is because it is meant to be and not otherwise. Let YOU see and let YOU hear your Voice because YOU are important! And now follows the in my opinion fantastic contribution of Josefina:

Your voice is worth gold and has a right to exist, but it is often taken away or forbidden to be used. Why is that? Let your voice be heard.
Let your voice be heard: A father’s message to his daughters

What a wealth we own when we look at what is happening in the world now, silently but above all in word, writing and voice.

Everyone’s voice is worth Gold and has a right to exist, but this Voice is often taken away from us or forbidden to be used. In Silence we say a lot, in Silence we think a lot, in you know a lot, in Silence you do a lot but the Power is in Your Voice, in Your Unique Voice because that is what you are talking about. You are blessed if you can talk, if you can talk freely and then why does it happen that this doesn’t or can’t happen?

You always have the rules, the habits, the culture and all kinds of other excuses I would almost say because who are you to silence me, who are you to tell me who I can be, who are you to make me believe that I have no right to speak, no right be who I am because I want to be like that or to express my opinion because it was given to me from the source of love, the Voice of God, the Voice of Justice!

There are all kinds of situations in which you know how to use your Voice, these are unwritten rules that we all know very well inside out, but we are made like this by all kinds of circumstances, shaped according to the circumstances at that moment  you carry out from your own Can, Know and Trust to shape that part by using your Voice, as a baby, as a toddler, as a teenager, as an adolescent, as a young adult, as an adult, As an older adult and later when you are nearing the end of your Life, you hope that your Voice has contributed to the generations after you to pass on that piece of Law, Human Rights because it gives you freedom, understanding and above all, unconditional Love to be able to close your eyes and grow in your Way.

How to continue? The further on if you don’t have this Right, if you don’t have the Freedom to say what you want to say from your Heart where you Soul always shows you little by little where your Voice is, how to allow it into Silence to experience little by little the confidence to actually stand for who YOU are, to let your Voice be heard because it is Unique and may be made recognisable without any form of sabotage.

Why do you sometimes sabotage yourself when there is a form of freedom to express your opinion? What then prevents you from carrying out this action in an unforced setting that nevertheless brings about a forced action in which you hold yourself prisoner, lock yourself up, enter into conversation in Silence and finally decide to say Nothing. Is that the truth, your truth that is playing with you, with your thoughts, to let it happen in silence.

Out of fear we say a lot, out of fear we say little or nothing. Everything can be nothing in Silence in the Truth that is enclosed in a moment of hesitation, of doubt, of failure, of not being enough who you are.

What is the point of this when you consider that you were born with your Unique Beautiful Voice, which you were allowed to express as you wished from childhood onwards, but which was taken away by circumstances or gradually formed into a form that did not suit you, but eventually became your safe haven because in Silence you could express yourself better.

I do know that I have very often had to defend myself against words from Fear, words Contempt, from Condemnation, from Jealousy, from Grief, from Faith, from Ignorance, from Cultural DNA, from Ignoring, from Not Being Welcome, from Actions that all stem from the above situations that were so distressing and still are today, that my Soul broke when I was treated as Nothing, as Not Knowing, but my Soul gave me the strength to live up to my values by sometimes observing at appropriate times in Silence, saying everything in Silence and accepting in Silence thinking that it will pass, that it is a form of  expression that we all have in us, but by circumstances one will use it and abuse it for one’s own good.

The message: Visualise clearly the life you want. Feel it in your Heart and Soul and you will get it.

Despite all the bumps, all the negative signals and attitudes that  have  hindered me in my freedom to be who I was, I have always imagined that deep within my  Soul it was always Pure and Vibrant to show my Path of Life in the encounters and conversations I had, in the actions I did, in the actions I took. In the ESSENCE who I was did not change from within, from within my Soul.

I was infinitely Free, infinitely Pure, and infinitely Rich.

Those who truly saw me gave me courage, gave me positive Hope, gave me the Strength and unconditional Love to go on, to grow as it was meant to be. You form a shield around you, as a protection, that you are not so touched in your Soul because that piece is Your Voice and it will always whisper the right words to you and guide you into the good that you are inside, think and want to show.

Your eyes say a lot without saying anything, your ears hear a lot without sound or being spoken, your Voice says a lot without saying anything, your Body says everything formed with your unique code, your DNA of which you only have the Key to share that Piece of Freedom in your own way and just be.

Know that I am there, know that I see you, know that I feel you in your lonely struggle, in your Silence, in your Solitude to give you the Voice you need to be who you are. You are my daughters and I am so grateful that you wanted to be my daughters, and I save you from the fear, the Voice of Darkness, to let your own Voice speak, to be heard in a way that suits you.

Know that even in my life I have often had to keep my mouth shut and often got very angry with myself when I denied myself to others because this is your right, your birth right to be who you are and with who you are, you should always treat that other in a Respectful, Loving and Honourable way.

The DNA that Fear, failure, dictator Fear and all sorts of other Fears that made me stiffened at that moment, but I have never felt less than anyone else because I held on to my own truth inside, hidden deep within my Soul and gave me the strength to move on. From a very early age I was mistaken for less, for much less as nothing and that made me think I was who I was. I have never denied my origins and have held on to the stories, to the feeling from my Heart, from my Soul, just to be who I was, because I could do it best in spite of the tears, the sadness, the unnecessary pain and the inhuman treatment of some, I have been able to hold my own through the right people around me Love, To give Attention and Respect and to share Fear in a form of Trust, Knowing and Hope that the other person would reach out his hands when I needed them and that was, of course, a mutual event, a matter of course, which I see in you and which I find so special that I feel it with tears just like you, my darling.

Know that I am there for you, 24/7 and know that you also own that spot and know that you Soul wants to pass on the messages needed in the NOW for later. Later is NOW, don’t forget that!

Never forget who you are, where you come from and in all the bumps there is a gift hidden in the end that you may unwrap if time permits, but also remember that YOU have the right to be who you are, what you have to tell and how you want to do this in all modesty, and do not let it be brought to you that Your View is not worth naming, and that Your View does not count, for that is the essence of Being, the essence of who you were, are and want to be.

Your View lets you grow, blossom, see, forgive, and so much more that it enriches your Voice, lets you marvel, admire and breathe in my Being to find your own way day in, day out.

Your Voice is the part of your Soul which expresses itself in this way next to your intuition and feeling to walk your path of life, next to another sometimes, sometimes alone, sometimes behind another and sometimes in front of another to show the way or gather courage to assist that other on his or her path for protection, from passion, from question or from love.

Know that there have always been transformations going on during the Time, going on and still to come to let Your Voice be heard in that One Moment which makes you realize what you are capable of when that One Moment presents itself.

It is Time to show, let Your Voice be heard and felt in order to actually let go of acceptance, connection, and Fear in which the Being may live, may steer in all the simplicity of existence.

Love, Daddy”