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A Birthday Message From Above

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Aunty Mo Memorial Garden

Aunty Mo Memorial Garden

My aunty celebrated her 70th Birthday on Saturday, no longer here in the living as her spirit past 10 years ago this year. She was my fathers only sister and while they had not the strongest of relationships as children in later adult life they had formed a great bond. Her daughters have always been inspirational to me. They babysit me as a child and I babysit 2 of their children as a young adult, now we joke that their children will babysit my kids. In the final days before her passing I stayed overnight with her two daughters at the hospital and watched her delicate breath being to seep away from her.  As a medium and someone who has regular conversations with those who have departed it was totally different feeling to sit and wait for a loved one to take their last earthly breath.

I was not there when she passed and yet her sense of pride, honour and don’t mess with attitude was. She was a strong women who knew what she wanted in life and was never afraid to go get it. So it should be no surprise then that in death she still gets what she wants. On her 70th Birthday she did just that.

My father has planted an oak tree on his property for her, he lives over 3 hours from where her ashes are buried and wanted a memorial garden for his sister. Only a week or so prior he had been to theBunnings the local hardware chain store in Bathurst and found a pot which he would turn over and use as an obelisk to place her original burial plaque on it which had been given to him by her eldest daughter the week before hand at her 10th anniversary. The pot cost $80 and was out of reach for my father to just buy then and there.

We arrived at my parents place late Thursday night and my father and I stayed up talking until 2 am in the morning, we had a wonderful time and he showed me the ideas he had for his sister. As he did I felt the connection with his father, my grandfather who had passed when he was just reaching adult hood. His father relayed to me the way the garden was to be done a message I gave to my father.

Good Friday saw the family just relax on the property and not really do much of anything. On Saturday however my husband and I made our way in a town called Orange, my aunt’s eyes where a brown that often to me looked to take on an orange tone, its how I remember her. We drove to the Bunnings in Orange, there we found the pot my father had spoken about however it was shown under a different price, we called a staff member over who informed us that no it was actually $80. We asked if that was the best they could do, even I chipped in asking for a lower price, something I just don’t do.  As the staff member walked away to check on a new price I turned and say that to the left of the pot they were selling ‘Stepping Stones” I said to my husband there’s the sign we will get it cheaper my aunty wants us to. The staff member returned and offered it to us for $50, we took it. We then brought the glue and found a gecko the symbol the whole family has for my aunty.

Proud of our negotiation skills we head back to parents property to gift the items to my father, once we had them all in place we let him know the whole lot came to $70. He took a picture of it and sent it to his two nieces who then informed it was their mum 70th Birthday today. Something my father never remembers, he is lucky to remember his own.

So on her 70th birthday she did was she does best ‘get what she wants’ we drove to Orange the colour reminds me of her eyes. The pot was located to next to stepping Stones. We bargained (something I don’t do) we got the pot the glue and gecko for $70 and her memorial in the garden by the oak tree in complete.

So happy 70th Birthday to a strong, tenacious, brave, vibrant, women. We all love that you are still around. She had the song below played at her funeral and really it sums it up, as a medium I know we never walk alone and this weekend she indeed showed us all that she still walks with us.

May you all know that you never walk alone.

xx