I figured, well, what the heck. Spirit never steers me wrong. I had nothing to lose. Oh so gently I posited to Stew that it might help to know that Jim was feeling pretty good on the Other Side, at ease. That he knows his family misses him, but his death was what he chose because it was easier for everyone than it would have been had he hung around any longer\u2014that a long illness toward death would have been even more painful for everyone. Jim was suggesting that Stew might want to think about writing a note to Jim\u2019s wife to express Stew\u2019s love for this kind-hearted man who thought as highly of Stew as Stew did of him.<\/p>\n

Spirit will never guide you wrong.<\/h3>\n

This afternoon as I sit at my desk waiting for a client to arrive, I keep thinking about Stew and Jim and about the delicate space that exists around sharing when you aren\u2019t at all sure how your sharing will be received. When my phone pinged I was a little surprised to see a text from Stew. We aren\u2019t texting buddies, and in fact had never exchanged more than phone numbers. Still, I felt as if I\u2019d been waiting for the message. Attached were two images, one of Jim as a young sportsman and one of him a couple of years prior to his recent passing. Stew, without admitting to any kind of belief around Spirit, had found a way to let me know, and let Jim know, that connecting with me had connected him to Jim\u2026and that the connection had transmuted some of the ache he\u2019d been holding due to his own guilt over letting the friendship fall by the wayside into a less troubled space. And Spirit, in this case, Jim, was assuring me I\u2019d done the right thing by speaking up with love in my heart.<\/p>\n