I Was Angry at Them When They Died-Making Peace When the Last Words Weren't Goodbye

I Was Angry at Them When They Died-Making Peace When the Last Words Weren't Goodbye

There's a particular kind of grief that doesn't always show up in tears.

It shows up in silence.

In unfinished conversations.

In the weight of words never said-or worse, words that were said, in anger, in frustration, in pain.

So many people carry this:

"We hadn't spoken in years."

"The last thing I said to them was cruel."

"I was still so angry-and now I can't make it right."

That ache-the longing to apologize and feel forgiven, or simply talk one more time-is one of the most human things I witness.

Over and over, spirit meets it with one divine response:

"You don't have to make it right. Just let me love you."

A Message that Healed Years of Resentment

I remember a session with a man named Marcus. His older brother passed away two years earlier. They had been estranged for a long time. They'd argued over family, money, and old would that never healed. The last time they spoke, Marcus had hung up the phone in anger and never called back.

With is brother's sudden passing, the guilt was crushing.

"I don't even know if I should be doing this," he said at the start of our session. "We weren't close. I wasn't a good brother."

Right after he said that a presence came through with a sense of humor that cut through the tension. I described a feeling of someone ruffling his hair-something his brother used to do when they were kids, to annoy him!

Marcus smiled and looked down. "He always did that."

The next reference was of a baseball glove, left behind at a summer cabin. I mentioned the smell of pine and leather, and Marcus caught his breath.

"That was our place," he said. "We used to go there every summer.  He taught me how to catch with that glove."

And then the message: 

"You were never behind. We were just on different steps. I never stopped loving you."

Marcus wept. "I spent years thinking he resented me," he said. "I thought he saw me as the little brother who never measured up."

One of the most beautiful truths I've learned is this: when a soul crosses over, the veil doesn't just separate worlds-it softens the hearts.

The grudges, pride, stubborness that held us back in life? Spirit sees them for what they were: human struggles, born of pain, fear, or misunderstanding.

And from the other side, they no longer matter.

You just have to be open to the possibility that love didn't end-it found a new way.

If you've been longing for that second conversation-for a chance to finally exhale-I would be honored to help you receive it.

Whenever you're ready, I'm here.

You can reach me at www.aperfectsoul.com