Beautiful souls, today I’m opening my heart to share something deeply personal with you. You know those connections that transcend ordinary relationships? The ones that feel like they’re woven into the very fabric of your soul? That was the bond I shared with my mom, Carol Ann- my person, my anchor, my first best friend.
Being an only child, the connection with my mom was something extraordinarily special. When I lost my father at 15 to a massive heart attack, she became my entire world. She wasn’t just my mother; she was my confidante, my partner in crime, my soul sister. Anyone who knew us knew that where I went, Ms. Carol (as my friends called her) wasn’t far behind – and the beautiful thing? Everyone loved it that way. She had this magnetic energy that drew people in, this light that made every moment brighter.
You know that friend who’s always up for an adventure, who answers your calls at 3 AM, who knows exactly what you need before you even say it? That was my mom. Her wisdom wasn’t just motherly advice; it was soul medicine. She had this way of making everything feel okay, even when the world seemed to be falling apart.
But life has its own divine timing, doesn’t it? In a cruel twist of cosmic irony, she, too, left this earthly plane through a massive heart attack. One moment she was here, her laughter filling rooms with joy, and the next… silence. The kind of silence that echoes through your bones.
Sweet souls, let me tell you about grief – it’s like the ocean. Sometimes it’s calm, letting you float peacefully with your memories. Other times, it comes crashing in waves so big you think they’ll swallow you whole. In those first days, I felt untethered, floating in space with no gravity to hold me down. Being an only child who had already lost a father, losing my mom felt like becoming an orphan at any age – a feeling that transcends numbers.
But here’s the thing about the darkest nights – they’re when the stars shine brightest. When my earthly tether was gone, I found myself reaching higher, deeper, further within. I clung to God, to spirit, to the knowing that love transcends physical form. In my deepest pain, I found my purpose.
This journey led me to become a life coach, to be that light for others navigating their own storms. Because if there’s one thing I know for certain, it’s that our greatest wounds can become our greatest gifts to the world. When I sit with clients now, holding space for their pain, their transitions, their transformations – I’m channeling my mom’s energy. That unconditional love, that wisdom, that light she shared so freely with everyone she met.
To all of you walking through grief right now, I want you to know something: your person, your soul connection – it never truly ends. It transforms. Now, when I need my mom’s advice, I feel it in my heart. When I need her comfort, the wind hugs me a little tighter. When I need her guidance, she sends me signs through butterflies, through songs on the radio, through random memories that float in exactly when I need them.
My mom taught me that love is the most powerful force in the universe. And now, as I carry her legacy forward through my work, through my own journey of healing and growing, I understand that even more deeply. She’s still my person – just in a different form, guiding me from the stars instead of across the kitchen table.
To all my soul sisters out there missing their persons – I see you, I feel you, I hold space for you. Remember, grief is just love with nowhere physical to go. Let it transform you. Let it guide you. Let it open your heart to an even greater purpose.
And Mom, if you’re reading this from somewhere among the stars – thank you. For everything. For being my person, for showing me what unconditional love looks like, and for continuing to guide me home to myself.
With all my love and healing light,
Sheena Matos
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