Izzy Parris

A Letter from Heaven:

Hi. It’s me.

I just wanted to drop you a line to let you know I’m okay.

The strangest part about my passing is I don’t feel gone from you.

I hear you talk to me, and most of the time, I’m just trying to get you to feel my presence.

I also smile when you ask me for signs you set up.

I promise they will come when you least expect it.

I do try.

Please stop saying you can’t feel me.

When I see you laugh, it vibrates, and I smile too.

Feelings like guilt, anger, regret and immense sadness sometimes build a barrier between us.

Everyone grieves differently; however, I hope that the signs I send help take the edge off, even for a quick moment.

I would love for you to try harder to let go of those heavy layers that put the world’s weight on your shoulders.

I might be able to come to you more easily.

Finding the balance between “feeling it to heal it” and “being stuck in it” is a fine line.

I honour how you grieve.

No, you couldn’t have saved me.

No, it would help if hadn’thave done more.

Yes, you made the right decision.

I realise now that this earthly experience is about finding our way back to love.

All the rest is just part of the arduous journey we call “Life.”

Thank you for letting me be your teacher.

Until we meet again, promise me that you will love with all your heart, forgive in ways you thought impossible, release the anger that no longer serves you and slide into home plate saying, “I did it! I lived for you! I honour your memory by finding joy again.”