Today, in the cold darkness of the early morning, I said hello to my dad, and it took him a little while, but he said "hi" back.
Dad's passing, though it was very traumatic and emotionally devastating, served as my instrument of awakening about the world of Spirit. The experience of losing him raised many questions for me about life and "death", and about what happens after our physical bodies are no longer functioning. My eyes were opened to so much in the years that followed, and I have always felt that he was standing beside me in spirit, guiding me along this path and cheering me on, especially when the going got tough.
The holidays are a reminder of love, happiness and the closeness of family, and as such, they can also bring up many painful memories of loss. This year was hard for me and my family and he's been on my mind quite a bit. So today when I woke up, I asked him silently to say hello at some point today, and to make me aware that he was around.
When I came home after morning errands, I turned on the kitchen radio as I began getting ready for the day. I put it on a station I never listen to, as the one I usually have it on was very staticky. At that point, my oldest son out of the blue came downstairs and asked me "if grandpa had an Irish wake", because he didn't remember (he was only 5 at the time). We got into conversation about it and my son talked about how the Irish traditionally celebrate life instead of grieving death and it occurred to me that maybe THIS was my "hello". Smiling to myself, I continued on with what I'd been doing in the kitchen, as Dad's song...THE song that will always remind me of him...came on the radio!
Halfway through the song, my husband came downstairs. Wearing dad's cologne. I asked him what possessed him to put that cologne on this morning? He hasn't worn it in a few years. Shrugging, he said he just "felt like he should wear it today".
<3 <3 <3 <3 I love you, Dad. <3 <3 <3 <3
Folks, this just goes to show, ASK for a sign and then be OPEN to receive it. It'll happen! Our loved ones on the other side make themselves known to us in their own ways, at their own times.
Dad's passing, though it was very traumatic and emotionally devastating, served as my instrument of awakening about the world of Spirit. The experience of losing him raised many questions for me about life and "death", and about what happens after our physical bodies are no longer functioning. My eyes were opened to so much in the years that followed, and I have always felt that he was standing beside me in spirit, guiding me along this path and cheering me on, especially when the going got tough.
The holidays are a reminder of love, happiness and the closeness of family, and as such, they can also bring up many painful memories of loss. This year was hard for me and my family and he's been on my mind quite a bit. So today when I woke up, I asked him silently to say hello at some point today, and to make me aware that he was around.
When I came home after morning errands, I turned on the kitchen radio as I began getting ready for the day. I put it on a station I never listen to, as the one I usually have it on was very staticky. At that point, my oldest son out of the blue came downstairs and asked me "if grandpa had an Irish wake", because he didn't remember (he was only 5 at the time). We got into conversation about it and my son talked about how the Irish traditionally celebrate life instead of grieving death and it occurred to me that maybe THIS was my "hello". Smiling to myself, I continued on with what I'd been doing in the kitchen, as Dad's song...THE song that will always remind me of him...came on the radio!
Halfway through the song, my husband came downstairs. Wearing dad's cologne. I asked him what possessed him to put that cologne on this morning? He hasn't worn it in a few years. Shrugging, he said he just "felt like he should wear it today".
<3 <3 <3 <3 I love you, Dad. <3 <3 <3 <3
Folks, this just goes to show, ASK for a sign and then be OPEN to receive it. It'll happen! Our loved ones on the other side make themselves known to us in their own ways, at their own times.
