Walking Each Other Home!

A friend of mine had a real scare this past week. Her father was in bad shape healthwise. She didn’t know if he was going to make it or not. She wondered when or if she should fly out to see him. Then, he made a turn for the better; and she spoke with him.  

Death, or so-called death – leaving the physical body and continuing-on to the next dimension – is not the easiest for those left behind.

Listening to my friend talk about this brought memories back for me. It was one of the toughest times in my life, to lose my father. That was 16 years ago; the memories are fresh.

Back then, I wrote an article about how I thought my father knew on some level that he was going to ‘die’ because of his actions before his heart surgery. I hoped that it would be published in Reader’s Digest to no avail. I still have the rejection letter.

My friend and I talked about the signs I had before his passing. My daughter and I went to Wisconsin almost a full week before the surgery. People asked why we didn’t plan on staying longer after the procedure. I had no idea why. My dad took us for a drive through the local cemetery. He showed my daughter and I where everyone was buried. We went to his favorite restaurants. Then there was a little something that needed fixing with the toilet. He had to get to the hardware store before it closed and get the part needed for the repair. That was the night before his surgery. That Friday after the surgery, we were told he would be coming home Monday. I sat in the driveway listening to ‘Southern Cross’ for hours crying my eyes out. I finally settled in for sleep. Moments later we got the call from the hospital that his organs were shutting down and that dialysis was needed. Easy to see the signs now.

My friend told me that before her grandmother died, she was talking nonsense. I recalled my father did too. She said then one day her grandmother was clear with her thoughts. The two talked and her grandmother shared that she was leaving and that her mother, on the higher side of life, had been sitting in the chair next to her bed for a month. Her mother told her that they were going to take flight somewhere and she didn’t want to go because she was afraid of flying. Her mother told her it’s not that kind of flight, so she was able to go.   

We all know that we are going to leave this earth plane eventually. Make a decision about your belief system. When you do that, I believe it’s much easier to make this journey of what we call life.

We’re all just walking each other home.

Peace