The day started with hectic energy. My mom-in-law set today as the memorial service day for my late dad-in-law. She gathered us, my brother-in-law’s family, and my niece-in-law’s family. She set 9 a.m. to start the ceremony, but she was running late from the early morning. And she was very irritated and scattered the negative energy around her. I tried to get close to her as much as I could. I didn’t want to get involved with other people’s negative energy and drama. We gathered at the cemetery area. my husband was the main one wo worked to dig a hole, put a gravestone, mix cement, and put everything back on the ground. After that, we shared some foods.
After lunch, the cousin’s family and we decided to spend the afternoon together. Our first stop was the flea market. My daughter wanted to get a snow cone but there were none. I guess nobody wants to have a snow cone in the cold monsoon. Then we went to the bowling alley. We had a good time together. The youngest child was not having fun at the first game. It was heartbreaking to see her crying. I asked the worker to set a bumper for kinds, then she started really enjoying.
I am not going to write down in details, but it was a tough day for some part of the day. I think family gathering is tough for certain people like me. The great thing is though, my mom-in-law should understand how I felt. She never got along with her husband’s side of family. She never attended any ceremonies, funerals, or gathering of his side. I take it as a blessing that she went though the toughness before and she now understands. I am glad it was over.
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It was an interesting message in the early morning that I would like to share.
I woke up in the middle of night. I had a nightmare two nights straight on Navajoland. In the first night’ nightmare, I was forced to sit down on the cold and hard ground while other people were sitting on the chair. I was furious to others who treated me badly. I was yelling at them that I deserved to be treated with respect. In the second night’s nightmare, some young children tried to kill me. They didn’t want to do so, but they were just following somebody’s order to kill me. They kept on apologizing me and telling me that they didn’t want to do so. I was again, furious to others who treated me in such a bad way. I didn’t know exactly who was my enemy. It was not comfortable at all to wake up like that being furious to somebody I didn’t know.
I felt these nightmares came to me as a message. I saw a clock. It showed 3:33 a.m. I looked up the meaning in the internet, and one website says like this. This number has a message to “purge your negativity thoughts and replace them with pure love.” And “Your angels will help you in your journey of self-acceptance and finding love.” These messages resonated with my soul. I admit that I am still struggling to maintain my peaceful mind at any situation.
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