Yesterday, Don came back to his radio program after his wife’s tragic death back in early July. Of course, it had to be the ONE day a week I am not near a radio, right? But MP3s to the rescue – and so I am sitting here listening to the show now at 8am with tears just rolling down my face. Yes, I know. This is not an unusual occurance for me so what’s new. Still, these are tears from my heart. From that space within me that cannot imagine losing someone who is to me what Freda was to Don. Someone who is not only your best friend but also the love of your life. How lucky he was to have that in his life and he truly knows it.
Hearing him speak about her, their life, his memories – well, it’s just hard. Such emotion in his voice. It’s almost too hard for a dorky empath like me to listen to.
Someone on www.radiogodsforum.com transcribed this part of what Don (real name: Mike Sorce) said and even though Don doesn’t think “everything happens for a reason”, I think you all know that I truly, truly do. And to me , this is yet another piece that shows me everything is guided by a higher intelligence and that even of very bad things (such as a sudden death), good things can come.
More below ….
“When I was going through all of the documents that you gotta go through in a situation like this, I found, I found this, (sigh) oh, Saturday. It was in our safe at home. Cracked the code on that one too, I figured that one out. And I was looking for a copy of Freda’s will. And she was so organized, everything was in there. And there was one envelope, that just said “Mike”. So I took it and thought well, this must be something about me. This must be, you know, one of my forms from a car or a house or something. So I opened it up and it was a letter, that Freda had written to me, on October Sixteenth, 2004. Excuse me. I’m gonna read it to you now, because I believe that for – no, I don’t believe everything happens for a reason. I don’t think there’s some master plan. But I think God, I think my wife is in a much better place now. Whenever God takes somebody, someone is taken from us, I do really believe what I’ve said on the air all along. That everybody goes to heaven. But for somebody as sweet, and as decent, and as gentle, and as loving as my angel – she is in the front row. I know that. And I knew that, from the moment I heard that she was dead.
“Dear Mike,” Again this is written, almost a year ago. “Dear Mike, I dreamt last night I died. I hate to say it because it sounds like a jinx, and I like Earth, but I thought I should write down some thoughts just in case. And it seemed like less of a jinx to write them down, than to tell them to someone else. I think of Lee and his letter to Judy, and Leo, remarking on what a good life he’d had. And why I don’t want to make my own auspicious comments.”
Lemme break in for a second and tell you she was talking about her brother, Lee, who passed away five years ago. And my Brother In Law, Leo, who had passed away as well. Cause she writes she would not want to make her own auspicious comments.
“However, in my dream, it was my turn to go. And there were things I wanted to tell my loved ones but could not. First, I wasn’t afraid, and I felt no pain. I just saw a light so bright it made it hard to see anything else. I had no idea what was happening with my body. It was very peaceful. I wanted my family reassured, how much I loved them. Don’t be sad for me. I am fine. My only sadness was that my family would be sad. But I knew that they would be okay. Kind of like when your toddler drops an ice cream cone, and is so sad. So you comfort him, feel sorry for him, but you know he’s really okay. Just know that all is alright, and as it should be. I am happy. Mike, I love you SO MUCH. I am so proud of you… and Bart. I am so lucky that my family, my mom, my dad, my brothers and sisters, our spirits are connected. We will be together again. -Freda.” 10/16/04
Just put in this drawer in a safe, that up until two weeks ago, I wouldn’t even have wanted to open. I had no idea. Y’know, what’s in there, passports and documents, I don’t know. That’s a beautiful letter though, and that’s how I, that’s how I believe that she feels, now.”
I’m not sure I’m gonna get through listening to him read that letter. Might have to save that for when med levels are higher and the sadness and stuff can’t get in so much.)
Anyway, my prayers, thoughts, positive energy goes out to Don (Mike) and his family. There are reasons we will never, ever know for this and lessons we all can take from it. Those who are listening to the show now know that.