The night that Goldie passed into spirit I was bombarded with different things. When her soul passed while I was comforting her, the scene of her on the first steps on the bridge of white light is one that I will not easily forget. What I saw just before waking up the next morning was Goldie a couple of steps away from her meeting with Jesus and St. Francis. She looked at me as if she wanted to know if it was alright for her to continue her journey. Of course I let her know it was all good. It was at that point that she jumped into the waiting arms of both Icons.
Again, just before I got out of bed this morning, I saw the same bridge. The image panned across to what looked like a park filled with frolicking dogs. In the middle of it was Goldie, looking like a playful, rejuvenated puppy. She stopped long enough to give me what felt like a smile and sense of relief. I'm thinking that if she could be that happy after two days in the Light, that it must be a pretty terrific place for all of our loved ones to be.
I will be posting Spirit's words everyday again, probably starting tomorrow if I'm judging all the pestering they're doing right now the right way.