Today, Tuesday, February 5, 2024 I finally got my space organized to write the book that my father and I started to write together after my mother died on December 29, 2018. We were told by my mother not to publish the book until after my father died. My father died December 26, 2023…or so they say. That is when his body was found dead in his bed. He died in his sleep.
The last time I spoke with him he looked so robust. He was lying in bed eating spearmint gummies. He was very happy. We discussed again how he had fallen the night before. He said that at 11pm he had been standing up when he took his belt off to get ready for bed. He fell. I had woken up. My father and I would often talk in the wee hours of the night together. We would FaceTime and laugh and laugh. But this time, my mother kept telling me not to call my father. She just kept repeating herself to me,
“Keep sending reiki to his feet.”
I learned a long time ago to do as my mother has told me since she has crossed over in spirit form. So I did. At 3:30am pacific coast time my mother said,
“Call your father now!”
I did. He was just being picked up by nurses. He told me that he had fallen and had been on the floor all night. He said,
“I could feel you sending reiki to my feet.”
I proceeded to tell him that Mom wouldn’t let me call him. I was distraught. He said that he couldn’t reach his phone so it wouldn’t have mattered. He said that if he had had his phone he would have called for assistance. He reassured me that he was fine.
Supposedly he was on the floor until 6:30am the next morning when he was found. That is what he told me. He was joking and said he had learned that he needed to be sitting down before removing his belt.
I weep now….I am grateful for every second that my father’s presence was on this earth. Even though I am a medium and he is with me most of the time in spirit (he is lying next to me on my bed as I type this to you) I miss him!!! I know that is hard for people to understand. ..I am a medium and yet I grieve like a normal human daughter who doesn’t have her Dad to call and text and FaceTime with anymore…..I weep…my chest convulses. I grieve.