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Sunday

How to Comfort Your Children and Your Remaining Pet

Please don’t hide death or your tears from your two legged or four legged children. Both heal faster than mature adults do. The passage of “time” in the mind of a child or a pet makes little sense at all. Time is just an illusion. Most children and pets are living in the moment and they heal very quickly because of it.

Believe it or not, in the scheme of things, this is actually a positive lifetime learning experience for your children. Adults who have not experienced death directly when they were younger can be quite disabled when it happens when they are older. Remember how I said that grief is a good teacher? It will not be long and you will see that you will all be better and the family stronger for having known and loved me. Already the kids are developing the tools and intuition that they need to start building their ability to handle grief and loss in the future. It is an important tool to have in a world that brings the guarantee of loss the longer one lives.

When human beings are born, they enter the world like all of us do, whether we have four legs or two. For a while after we are born we still remember where we come from and where it's all leading. Much like animals, babies cannot speak of it because they don't yet have the language skills to do so. They have other means of communication, as you all too well know. Many of them will cry and cry and cry because they remember the world they have come from and it is so much sweeter and softer than this new one they have been born into. Through the early years they are actually going through a period of grief; the five stages. They have let go of the world they lived in to come into this one. The terrible twos, by the way, are just the final letting go as they realize that they will be staying here on earth for a while and That's That! 

We All Need Each Other

“My other pet is grieving too…”  

Yes your remaining pet may grieve for a short while but remember, our lives spin seven times faster than yours and we heal seven times faster too. You might get upset when you see them exhibit certain behaviors or feelings but chances are they are reflecting your grief. Like those of us within your dreams, we are showing you YOU. If you think they look sad, they are showing you that YOU are sad. Pets are empaths. They feel your feelings. If they seem angry or restless, take a look at yourself and see if it reflects how you are feeling at the time. If you are still trying to release the memory of my frightened and pained face before the time of my passing, it is likely I was reflecting you. You were frightened, you were anxious and since we are connected at the heart, we know how you feel and we show you.


Grief is Hard but it Doesn't Have to Last Forever. Let Jack McAfghan Help You Through It.
We learn as we grow, learning the rules and standards of behavior from our friend and master and perhaps a trainer. Children, as they grow, learn by copying their parents and other role models in their lives. Life can be a hall of mirrors, reflections everywhere you turn. When your heart is pained because you see your young child crying and you think your child is grieving, please keep this in mind: Often the underlying reason for the tears is that your child sees you crying and he is learning that this is the appropriate response to losing someone you love. Depending on his age, it is more likely that he is copying or mimicking you than actually feeling the pain that causes tears. He is learning the ropes of living life from you. He is witnessing by your actions how to cope with grief. The only way he knows how to live is to copy how you live.

Grieving aside, consider this in all that you do. The children are watching you all the time so that when they grow up to live their own lives they will know how to do it and teach their own children how to do it because they had you as their teacher.  You need each other now. Stay open and honest. Be loving. they will help you process and help you heal if you just keep your heart open. Pets and kids can see things that most adult human beings cannot. Don’t laugh at them if they say they see me there. Their eyesight is still pure and their natural intuition is often still intact. They still live closer to the edge of Tween Time than you do. Their minds have not yet created interference and the signals are clear. This time of grief is an opportunity to see how they rise to the occasion. Their innate wisdom might surprise you. It’s yet another gift of discernment. Don’t be surprised if when you’re trying to come up with the right words to say to comfort them, they find the right words to comfort you instead. Some children have said very profound insightful things to their adults during grief. Let them teach you what you need to remember.

Children Have The Own Unique Way of Grieving. Keep Your Hearts at the Forefront. 
Pay attention, for children often will act things out during their playtime. There is a type of counseling called Creative Play Therapy. It allows children the space and time to work things out during playtime. They do not need a therapist present to do play therapy. They simply need the time and space to be allowed to play freely without being judged. Many adults who now struggle emotionally simply did not have the opportunity or permission to play their way through their childhood challenges and issues. Alone or with each other, healing comes naturally because they remember how to heal. They are still in tune with their heart and soul and they know their pain and confusion needs to be expressed. Play is how they sort it out. They can paint or write or dance; they can use any form of creative expression or social games. Because most aren’t yet well versed in speaking their feelings, young kids must play them out symbolically. Some children can say some pretty profound things when they are serving their teddy bear tea at the tea table or their soldiers are waiting for their next command in the sandbox. They know inherently that strong feelings need to be expressed at the time they are feeling them. They still speak and understand the language of the heart.

When you were pregnant did anyone tell you that you could speak to your child in the womb? That they would feel your feelings? That they could feel your love for them, or lack thereof? The only difference now is that they are no longer connected to you by an umbilical cord, but still connected nonetheless through the mutual power of the love in your hearts.  

Always talk to your pet or your child, Heart to Heart, even if you think they are too young to understand. The power of your words will reach them at the deepest level. Create a calm, nurturing, comfortable space. Bring all the love you can summon into your voice, your eyes, and your loving arms.  Cry with them. Talk to them like you would talk to a very dear friend. Tell them you are learning about healing too, that you miss me very much and you know that they do too. Bring up happy memories of me. Reassure them that things will get better. Tell them everything and then allow them the quiet space for them to “talk” to you.  It may sound crazy but it is healing at the basic power level of the heart that understands everything no matter how many legs and no matter what age or ability.

Your child and your remaining pet are there for good reason. You need them and they need you too. You are beginning to create an important line of communication for yourselves and your family. Your child is learning things from this experience that will create a maturity, acceptance and level of grace that will carry on throughout life. Loss ultimately makes you strong and when you lose someone you love when you are young, strength becomes part of your character. 

It's the Hardest Thing to Say Goodbye to a Beloved Pet.  Our Pets Know More Than We Think They Do. 
Don't force anything. Take your time. Tell them it’s okay to cry, to be angry, to feel confused, to feel sad and that it’s okay to feel okay again, because they will. Talk to them about me. Read great books and watch uplifting and educational movies together so that they learn about death and rebirth. Tell them about Rainbow Bridge and how we'll all meet again one day. Don’t be afraid to cry for it teaches them that all tears serve a purpose. Reassure them that I am waiting patiently for all of you, Only Gone from your Sight. Explain to them that they might even see me, hear me, or feel me now and then. Tell them how much you need each other now; that you will all heal as a family and that someday soon you will feel the love and not the pain…and then, if it’s appropriate, I will lead you all to another special friend. Comfort them, love them and teach them faith through the process. Reassure them they are not alone. 

Listen to the words you say. The very words you say to them are the very words you need to hear. Humans tend to give each other what they themselves need. So tell them these important things and then tell them to your very own heart.

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The Anniversary of the Cover of our Book

She used to focus on the anniversary of my passing, the 1st of every month. This year on the 2nd of December (15 months after I crossed Rainbow Bridge), she realized that she had forgotten to notice the 1st of December. It had come and gone. She felt so guilty until she realized that it was really a good thing. It was a sign of her healing. Oh I was so happy!

One year ago today, she was still grieving bitterly. It had been six months. She walked our trail, lost in her tears. Today she is going back up on the trail to honor the day when she made peace with her grief. To honor the day that her love for me became stronger than her grief over me. 

In Honor of this Anniversary, we are sharing Chapter 86 of 
"Jack McAfghan: Reflections on Life with my Master" by Kate McGahan in it's entirety. 
It was my gift to Kate and it is now our gift to you. 

We are not religious and this is far from being a religious book, but over time things happen that urge us to realize that, beyond a doubt, there is something much bigger than ourselves that is spiritual 
that oversees the design of our life here on earth.  
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Jack McAfghan: Reflections on Life with my Master
Chapter 86

It was the first time she hiked the east part of the trail since we walked it together. She went up and up and up to the high places we used to go. She took a breather at the shady little halfway place where we used to stop to rest. She sat down on our big flat rock, looking at the view and picturing me there.

Do you see how you cry when you replay
The memories of my week of pain?
Emotional scars take longer to heal,
Shrapnel fragments cut and hurt!
They live on only in your mind.
Don’t think of those things any more.
That is not who I was.
That is not who I am.
Don’t think of me in pain, I’m not!
Pain and suffering just exist
When you have a body.
Pain is just your messenger,
Telling you it’s time for change.
I had to suffer for had I not,
You’d be clinging to me still,
Wanting me to stay with you.
It hurts when someone won’t let go.
Not only do we have to leave,
We must tear ourselves from one who clings.

Jack…is that you?
She heard me! Oh, She heard me! She spoke to me, her heart to mine!
It is! It is! Yes, it’s me! It’s me!
Oh Jack, she said, I’ve missed you so but I’ve learned I need to let you go. I thought I let you go that night. I didn’t realize I’ve been hanging on. I’m sorry, Jack. I just wanted to do the right thing.
You are. You do. You will. You always do the right thing. You always do the loving thing.
“Is it time for me to scatter your ashes?” she asked me out loud.
Yes, scatter the ashes. They are not who I am. They only represent my death. Don’t think of me as breathing my last breath. Don’t think of how our beautiful life changed overnight. Just think of the gift of our beautiful life.
“You’re so right. We had such a beautiful life.”
Don’t think of Jesus on the cross. This is not how he wants to be remembered either. Set him free from the cross in your mind so he also can rise from your dead. He is not dead! I am not dead! Set us free! By setting us free you set yourself free. Life goes far beyond what you can see or even imagine.
She was crying again, this time because she understood completely that it was time to close this chapter of her grief. She would no longer be death’s victim. She knew it was finally time; it was time to let me go.

Suddenly the sound of a great gust of wind approached her from behind. A big cloud of black birds, twenty or more, flew within inches of her head. The group vibration was strong. As she recovered from that, one final bird brought up the rear, skimming the space over her left shoulder. The experience gave her goose bumps much like the ones she sustained when the hummingbird moth visited her on the other trail that day.

Have you noticed that every time you cry something comes and interrupts your tears? That is me. I am unhappy to be the source of your grief. I want you to be happy when you think of me.
“How,” she asked, “how do I get over you?”

When you remain attached to me,
You keep the chain around my neck.
Please free me from your leash of love.
By doing so, you free yourself.
Remember how I was in life,
Always right beside you?
Always at your feet!
You did not have a leash on me.
There was no fence. I was not chained.
I stayed close by because I loved.
Don’t ever question where I’ve gone or
Where I am when you can’t see.
There’s nowhere else I am and
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.

She took a deep breath. “I love you, Jack. I now know what I have to do.”

She resumed walking the trail towards home. The crowd of birds still gathered ahead in the orchard of trees at the curve of the trail. As she rounded the curve, a great view of the western sky opened up. Painted into the setting sun was a cross as straight as could be. It took her breath away. She pulled out her phone and took a picture of it and that picture became the cover of this book.

c. 2015 by Kate McGahan

Yes, Joey was on the trail that day.  He will tell his own story some day.