and I found my father dead on his kitchen floor in August
of last year. I went through every emotion imaginable, and
even felt responsible at first for his death, As time went
on, the thing that hurt most was that Daddy did not visit
me in my dreams like some of my other loved ones had.
telling my husband John for years about how I got messages
from deceased loved ones. He wanted to believe me but had
no point of reference on the subject. Then he actually heard
Daddy talking to him just a few weeks after Daddy's death.
He was shocked because nothing like that had ever happened
to him before.
was coming back from an auction where he'd bought a few rifles
for a really great price. On the way, he heard my Daddy's
voice clear as day saying, "Yeah, those are nice guns and
you did get a good deal on them." Daddy was an avid gun-collector.
moved to tears by the experience, and when he told me, we
just cried and held each other. I was so happy that now he
knew for sure, just as I did, that after-death communication
was real. But I also felt jealous that Daddy talked to John
instead of ME - his own daughter!
to despair, feeling abandoned, and wondered if perhaps he
disapproved of the way I was handling his affairs. Then, a
few weeks ago, my father did finally visit me in a dream.
standing next to my grandparents' house in Arkansas and there
he was! I ran up to him, and he said, "I've been trying to
figure out a way to meet with you." Then he hugged me for
a very long time. I could really feel his arms around me,
and his unconditional love filled my entire being. It was
so beautiful, and I felt spiritually healed afterward. Perhaps
I had just been so sad, and vibrating at such a low level,
that he couldn't reach me before.
week, I spent the weekend at my grandparents' house which
we bought a few years ago. Every time I stay there, I can
feel my grandparents' presence, and it's so comforting. As
I was getting ready for bed on Saturday night, I heard my
father's voice coming from near the window in the bedroom.
I listened a little closer because it was hard to make out.
I heard my name and then very clearly the words "I love you."
husband came into the bedroom, the voice stopped. This is
a first for me; previously I had only been spoken to by deceased
loved ones while asleep. When I told John about hearing the
voice, he accepted it without question. So now I'm motivated
to develop my aural receptors so I can better tune in to that
type of communication.
Mar. 28, 2011