In the past few months, I have certainly experienced a roller coaster hopefully not many have to endure. 
I experienced my mom's passing and thankfully I have done everything that has been suggested by spirit, and people in my office to help me move through the loss of my mom.
Well, my mom is not lost, nor did I lose her. She's always with me, she is now that 'living' voice in my head, not the imaginary the one we say to ourselves, I wonder what mom would do. No, now mom is alive and well within my heart and mind. 
I was far away when she suddenly became ill. I received a phonecall in the middle of the night to hurry home. Within hours, I had booked a flight, and I was on the plane flying home. I remember packing my bags, thinking why on earth am I packing my black clothes? There was a intuition kicking in. 
My sister said to me, I don't think mom is coming home from this one. I remember thinking, mom is tenacious and I still should have a few more years with her. But my heart told me otherwise, so I packed my black clothes. It was like, well just in case, but god forbid. 
I arrived very early in the morning and my sister brought me right to the hospital. I said to my mom: I'm here, I'm here and she opened her eyes and tried to sit up, as if she was trying to hug me and welcome me. She was sedated, yet so alert she knew I was there. 
We spent a little time with her, and then I went home to rest. I knew the following days would be long. It was the middle of the winter and the nights felt like they were going on forever. 
I returned later that night, and from that moment on I barely left her side.
So many times I had observed people missing out on their loved ones passing. That was not going to happen to me, so I sat with her for hours on end, held her hand. My siblings took brakes and went home to rest. 
The evening she passed away, we had the biggest snowstorm in 80 years. My mom, was 80 years old. So the year she was born, was the last time, they had such an enormous snowstorm. It was typical mom, making sure we would never forget. 
She passed way, and I held her hand. I kissed her face, and I spoke with her. I knew my dad had arrived, and once he arrived, I began playing songs the two of them would have loved. I said to my mom, even though she was not alert at all, please go join dad, he's here. Join dad in a dance. And after playing several of their favourite songs, she took her last breath. I had already called my siblings and they were finding their way through the snowstorm, only to arrive 3 minutes after her passing. 
It was a passing, any loved one would wish for. I held her hand, I encouraged her, I played her music, I spoke with her, and made her promises. I did all the things, I knew to do.
After mom's passing, I immediately slept in her bed. I changed the linens, and as I lay down that night, I took it all in. The following days, I would sit in her chair and sometimes watch her favourite programs, just because, I knew it would be healing for me.
I have done, everything I knew to do, to help me heal and I'm doing very good. 
This summer, I flew home again as my siblings and I must take care of her home. 
A couple of days after I arrived, my sister, niece and I decided to plant some flowers in the cemetery. 
We got the flowers, but because my sister was at work and niece at school, I ended up doing most of the work. I enjoyed it. At one point, as I was planting the flowers I heard a voice in my head. Mom's voice saying, you're not making a very round circle. I responded, I know mom, I'm tired. Nobody will really notice. At one point I had my sister on the phone, asking her a question. She said something like: Can't you just ask mom?
Later she told me, her colleagues knew immediately she was talking to me. And yes I asked mom. 
I see her every day, and every evening. She guides me through her things. 
One day, my sister shared with me she was concerned she had tripped over the dog and I said I honestly don't think so, because a medium, colleague of mine, had brought her through with such detail and he mentioned how she collapsed, but not tripping. I knew in my heart, she just collapsed. 
The day my sister voiced her concerned, my mom came to me in a dream so vivid there was no question in my mind it was her. She walked me through every moment of her passing, as it was her experience. I later shared with my sister precisely how the dream was. 

Signs have been ample. The day after her passing my sister was wondering where her purse was and just couldn't remember. We're sitting in the living room, and then suddenly the radio in the hallway starts playing! My sister throws her arms up into the air, and stands up, goes in to the hallway and returns with mom's purse in one hand and the radio that began playing out of the blue. Those were some of the earlier signs, but there were more before and after her passing. 
What was interesting was the days after mom's passing, my sister would say, I wish I knew she was with dad, and I would say Oh, I know she is. Look at the signs we've been given. There was a nurse in the hospital with almost identical name to an aunt of ours and also our grandmother, who had a very unusual name. On the day of mom's burial, we went to her favourite restaurant and soon after we sat down, a beautiful song began playing in the loudspeakers. The same exact song that was played at her funeral. A song, not too common, but it is called Love.

When healing grief, and we do everything right, we lift the burden of grief tremendously. Whether that is playing our loved ones favourite songs, wearing their clothes, watching their favourite shows. All of the little things become so healing.

Life is Love - Live in Love.