Mary Helen

Diary - 3/01/02

I sit at my workstation and looking at her photograph a sorrow comes over me that such a priceless gift has to suffer so and, looking back, wish that I had been able to gather a little more light, become more purified, humble, attentive to her I those last painful weeks of her journey here on earth.

There is such love in her eyes and in her smile; it brightened all around her. She loved me in her human way and although she regretted not voicing it more often, it was her divine love I felt behind ̶ gracious, sweet, tender and all-embracing.

Now her light is gone from our sphere, absorbed into the Mother. I am left with the remembrance of that love and were I more open surely would feel it blessing me constantly. But I am not and something has been cleaved in my being. Only by Mother's Grace am I held together. More than thirty years of joy and divine wonder and still I am discovering the blessing that is Mary Helen.