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The first time Flavio cut my hair, I did something I normally don’t do—I brought through his sister, mother, and grandmother while he was cutting my hair. I deserved the haircut I received from him that day. In other words, it wasn’t a good one. I freaked the poor guy out! Knowing that, I decided to give him another chance at cutting my hair, this time without the messages from his loved ones.

He told me during the second appointment that he had been praying to receive some kind of sign from God that his loved ones were okay, and he confirmed that his prayers were answered that day. He also told me that he had found a reason to live and be happy again. On June 17th, less than four months later, he passed away from a brain aneurysm.

One of my aunts passed from a long battle with cancer. As you might well imagine, I fielded a lot of questions regarding why people die when they do.

“Why did Flavio, who was so young and full of life, have to die so early? Why did God do this to him?”

One of my aunts posted on Facebook that her heart was breaking as she struggled with the question as to why God would take away another one of her sisters (my own mother being one of them). I have read other posts in groups I belong to on Facebook talking about “the day God took my (loved one) away,” and the anger and confusion they feel towards God for doing so.

Several years ago I did a session in which a woman’s mother came through telling her she needed to start grieving and start moving through her grief. Otherwise she’d never live the life God intended for her. The woman kept telling me that she was at peace that God took her mother away from her when she was only seven years old. “It was God’s will after all.”

“Really?” I asked her. “Do you think that God is the ‘angel of death,’ or that He was so bored that in order to amuse himself he thought he’d take away the mother of a seven year old, altering your life forever?” She thought about it for a moment, put her head in her hands and broke down, releasing a flood of tears that she had been keeping in for more than thirty years.

After my aunt’s funeral I asked her sister, “Do you really think that God is the ‘angel of death’ and that he ‘took’ your sister from you?”

“No,” she said, “I was angry and hurt and looking for someone to blame, but I don’t believe that anymore.”

The souls have assured me and want you to know that when it’s time to move from this life to the next, the timing is always perfect. We may not understand the whys and wherefores now when we lose someone we love, but they say that after we’ve learned all of the lessons we’re supposed to learn while we’re here, our passing is a graduation from this life to life in a world of peace and bliss—a reward for job well done.