Karen was not only generous in her words, but in action and she gifted me with a copy of her book. On my way home from meeting her at the event in NYC, my 5 hour train ride seemed like 5 minutes as I read the entire book from start to finish…and then reviewed certain areas again.
But I neglected to ever write a review. When Karen called me up recently and asked me to be a guest on her radio show (you can listen to the archived show here), I was reminded how much I enjoyed her book and couldn’t resist sharing a review here with you now.
After losing people close to me, I came to realize how important it is that we live in the present. Karen emphasizes this fact by inviting you to participate in an important task to enable you to live more fully in the now. That task is letter-writing. Karen shares her own stories of how she transformed personal relationships as a result of writing various letters. Her story will certainly inspire you to at the very least consider following her example.
Writing the types of letters Karen outlines (gratitude, appreciation, forgiveness) allows one to see how our personal path affects the paths of others and enables us to ‘see through their eyes’, at least for a moment, and gain a true understanding of their perspective.
Karen also shares some real life stories of her clients and of messages she has received from those who have passed on, which was my favourite part of the book.
Perhaps because I have my own story to share of my experience with Karen. When we met that weekend she told me my dad (who had passed away a few years earlier) had something to say. ‘He just keeps saying the name Ann’, Karen said to me. ‘Who is Ann? She had a message for you.’ Her guess was as good as mine. I didn’t know of anyone he knew by that name and when I asked family members they said the same. No Ann. I got back to Karen and asked if maybe there was a mistake. ‘No, no mistake’, she said. ‘When you figure it out, let me know.’ I kept racking my brain but couldn’t come up with anything. Months passed. About six months later, the topic well out of my conscious mind, it hit me. Ann. It was the name of a client my dad had that I had met once very briefly in my home. I was surrounded by people, including my husband as well as other friends when we met that one time. On the day of my husband’s funeral, Ann called me (I’m not sure how she got my number) and told me she had just learned about my dad’s death (he had passed over only a few months before) and she wanted to express her condolences. She did not know my husband had passed over too, or that I was on my way to his funeral that very day. Which makes what she said next all the more peculiar, especially for someone who had met me only once for a few minutes while I was surrounded by friends. “I just want you to know, Aimee, you are not alone. Don’t ever think you are alone.’ At the time, I thanked her, hung up the phone and wondered how she knew I felt so alone. Thinking about it now, I’m reminded of the many times my Dad said those exact words to me. When I went off to college. When I moved overseas. When I got married. Dad would always say, “Remember, Aimee, you are never alone. I’m always here for you.”
You can choose to disbelieve or be sceptical (I certainly was at first) but this I can tell you: When you start opening yourself up to possibility, magical things begin to appear in your life. When you are open to the magic, I encourage you to open Through the Eyes of Another. Chances are, you are not alone.
By Aimee DuFresne