a guardian angel?

For my regular readers, this is like a pick up to my post last Monday, "the unfamiliar feeling of good." If you have yet to read that post, I'm quite proud of it--so give it a read. I decided after writing that post I'd email my blog to my therapist. I've mentioned that I keep a blog about my journey out west and much of the last year has been reporting on how I've been doing during it all. But I've never really shared it with her--instead we use our hour each week to talk face to face...she hears my thoughts that way. But this time I felt I had such a breakthrough with my grief that I wanted her to read how I summarized it for all my readers/supporters.

After reading it she immediately emailed me back and said how well put it was. So tonight, in our next session, she decided to share something with me. After much debate, as her professional guidelines keep her from speaking of any of her own experiences and instead keeping the session all about the "patient" she still decided to share something with me that's about her life. Because after reading my blog, she felt I'd be someone who would actual benefit and appreciate knowing this about her. As it turns out, she too lost her mom. Only she was 15. And her own process helped lead her to her chosen career of therapy. And as if that wasn't enough, Forever Young was also "her song" with her mom...it was even part of her bat mitzvah video (for me, it was the words my mom read to me at my bat mitzvah service). Wow, what are the chances?! You can imagine her disbelief when I read her the words I spoke at my mom's funeral and then concluded with playing the song Forever Young.

So I couldn't help but ponder as I was driving home tonight...did my Mom send this person to me to help me through my own process, knowing she'd understand in a way that almost no one else can? After all, it was my new found friend in LA last Fall, who's name is Kate, that referred me to this therapist. Weird.

Life certainly works in mysterious ways...