Chattering Mind

Chattering Mind

The Energy Left After a Mother’s Death

I don’t mean to sound gloomy, but these days after Christmas often make me think of death. They always have.

But I’ve been more aware of life’s fleeting, precious character in recent years. My mother died three years ago on January 3rd, and she labored under hospice care during this normally festive week.

So now, for me, the twelve days of Christmas have an exquisitely melancholy luster. Initially, this was upsetting, but now I see the silver lining. In the sadness, there is something shining.

My mother had experienced a really bad stroke. She was 77. There was no coming back. And she’d already almost died once in the hosptial. I am grateful that, thanks to hospice care, Mom got to die quietly in her own bed.


But here’s what was wonderful about the night of her passing: When the hospice people dressed her body for the coroner, they placed an afghan blanket on her. It was just an old throw Mom kept around, but woven into this blanket were the words of the 23rd Psalm.

When the coroner came in at around eight that evening, he took Mom’s body and left the blanket folded at the bottom of the bed. Four hours later, I went to sleep in a twin bed in the same room where my mother had died. I lay down and had a good cry.

But when I casually placed that 23rd Psalm blanket over me, to my surprise the blanket began to pop and radiate a very specific energy. Since I had not been looking for a “big experience,” I actually pulled the blanket down and experimented with feeling where the sparkling, popping energy was. It was definitely IN the blanket–and it seemed to snap in little sparkles on the surface of my skin.


I have some training in Reiki–a method of divine healing through the hands. And since that training, I have been more aware of the existence of this sort of energy. But this popping sensation, I think, would have been noticed by anyone. It was very obvious. What was it? Pure life force, I guess. I don’t think it was motherly love. It didn’t seem like something being given specifically to me. It had an odd neutrality to it. It wasn’t sentimental. But it was real. That’s what I’m telling you.

The Reverend Laurie Sue Brockway says that “when the doors of heaven open and your loved one passes through, the energies of heaven come and kiss those left behind when they are quiet enough to be open to that kind of experience.”

Post your own thoughts on this subject. I’d love to hear from you. I’ll have more ideas on how the old yields to the new as we direct our attention to 2006.

Comments read comments(3)
post a comment

posted December 28, 2005 at 8:13 pm

Hi. When a loved one dies, the relationship does not end there, it is simply transformed. There is so much love that is freely given to us from the other world, and many people who are ignorant of this fact (or scared) never pray to their ancestors to tap into this freely given love and protection. Your mother will love and protect you no matter where she is. Keep her memory alive!>

report abuse

laura murphy

posted December 31, 2005 at 4:33 pm

lovely blanket :)>

report abuse


posted August 22, 2006 at 9:06 am

I was very close to my mum and dad yet as each one was on there death beds I did not linger with the rest of the family waiting for them to take there last breath…however I felt them very close to me and it is a warm feeling like being in dads arms as a small child or cuddled in moms arms fast a sleep in bed with her.When I saw them in the morge to me they were a sleep and I knew not suffering any more.I felt comforted that my parents departed humblely and I know one day I too will experience sweet death hopefully as humblely and as gracfully as they did>

report abuse

Post a Comment

By submitting these comments, I agree to the terms of service, rules of conduct and privacy policy (the "agreements"). I understand and agree that any content I post is licensed to and may be used by in accordance with the agreements.

Previous Posts

More blogs to enjoy!!!
Thank you for visiting Chattering Mind. This blog is no longer being updated. Please enjoy the archives. Here is another blog you may also enjoy: Inspiration Report Happy Reading!!!   ...

posted 9:09:39am Jul. 10, 2012 | read full post »

CM's Final Posts: You Can Fill the Space
Eighteen years ago, I wrote an article for a magazine that got me called in for a taped interview with a Fox TV morning news anchor. Being an effective communicator and a skillful public speaker was a dream of mine at the time. And still ...

posted 3:14:59pm Jul. 27, 2007 | read full post »

Websites to Visit, Blogs to Read
Here are some blogs and websites I like. It's not a complete list. But it's a start. The first is called New Moon Journal and it is written by Michele Bailey-Lessirard, a life coach, collage artist, and "shamanic astrologer." On the opening page ...

posted 1:24:03pm Jul. 27, 2007 | read full post »

Still Posted at My Desk
"Take off from here. And don't be so earnest, let others wear the sackcloth and the ashes. Let go, let fly, forget. You've listened long enough. Now strike your note." From "Station Island," by Seamus Heaney ...

posted 1:13:33pm Jul. 27, 2007 | read full post »

And Finally, This:
Place your burden at the feet of the Lord of the Universe who accomplishes everything. Remain all the time steadfast in the heart, in the Transcendental Absolute. God knows the past, present and future. He will determine the future for you and ...

posted 11:30:38am Jul. 27, 2007 | read full post »


Report as Inappropriate

You are reporting this content because it violates the Terms of Service.

All reported content is logged for investigation.