Realized Potential

Dear Mom,

That dream I had of you drinking a Cappuccino made me so happy and a bit confused, but then I started thinking about it and it makes so much sense: You are in your true Self now; this life's journey of coming here to accomplish what you agreed to is over. How'd you do? I'm trying to understand, but I miss you even though I know I will see you again since death is simply an open door, back to our true selves, the eternal one that tries on different costumes, life after life.

I miss you in this one.

Today on your second anniversary in transitioning, I salute you, and ask you to show me a sign today. Yes, yes I know last Saturday there was a quarter right in front of me on the train car's floor when there wasn't when I sat down and no traffic around to drop it. I know it was you or a dear angel reading my every thought and right then, as is the case when I find a coin, I was deliberating over how am I progressing on my ride through this life? The quarter was a nice touch.

And now I realize how much you held back - with your own ambition - hell, I know you'd be someone like Secretary of State Hillary Clinton or Frida Kahlo, hot like Lady Gaga or a dancer, singer, a CEO or tenured professor. You have it in you, naturally. 

I still struggle with my ambition, Mom. I can hear you..."The road to hell is paved with good intentions." Help me, Mom. We weren't close throughout our lives here until the end and I miss you so much. I saw you stripped of fear and you are beautiful. 

Thanks for the quarter. I will finish the book, and be the poet you know I am. I feel you right now. I vow to live happy and free. That is how I shall accomplish my destiny.

Te amo. - Your daughter, Sheela