Messages from a Higher Plane

It’s been over 20 years since my Dad died, rather suddenly, back in 2001.

There was something so synchronistic that happened though, just hours prior, that conveyed to me that at the deepest level, all was well.

I’ll get to that in a moment.

Suddenly at the age of 79, my Dad didn’t feel well. I flew back to Detroit to go to the hospital where they’d run tests and discover advanced cancer.

After a couple of weeks, things stabilized and I took a quick trip back to Denver. But the next day things looked dire, and I hopped on the next flight.

Just months earlier, my Dad was still doing his daily mile-long swims.

My Mom was devastated. They were best friends and had been married for 43 years. I was so grateful that three years prior, we had thrown our Mom and Dad a surprise 40th wedding anniversary.

It was surreal being on a flight pondering the imminent loss of my Dad (I was 36 at the time). Losing him would rock my world.

But, something amazing happened on that return flight to Detroit…

The gentleman sitting next to me (who didn’t know why I was flying to Detroit) turned to me and said:

“I travel a lot, and when I stop at Cracker Barrel restaurants, I pick up stones with positive words on them, like peace, hope, dream, etc.”

I got chills…

Synchronistically, Cracker Barrel was a restaurant my Dad talked about a lot.

This gentleman then said:

“I carry one of those stones with me at times… and then I meet someone, and I know the stone is for them. This one is for you…”

I opened my hand, and he placed a stone with gold lettering spelling “God” in my palm.

This was a message from the Divine, from Source, from God, whatever you want to call this field that connects us all … that all was well at the deepest level.

I knew it was my Dad sending me a message before he left his “temporary human disguise.”

When I got to the airport, I drove straight to the rehab. I walked in the door, and my Mom said “he’s gone.” Her minister was there 20 minutes earlier, and they had held his hands and said a prayer.

The encounter on the plane gave me a great sense of comfort during this time of great loss. I knew that it all unfolded perfectly.

I spoke at my Dad’s funeral and read the “things I learned from you…” which I had given him just two months earlier before he fell ill.

The magic wasn’t over. Something astonishing happened at my Dad’s memorial luncheon. It was my Dad, getting my attention, again. Maybe I’ll tell that story another time.

We can connect to our loved ones on the other side in myriad ways. We can simply talk to them and ask them for support.

They communicate to us in feelings of love and comfort, and joy. They also drop us signs (in the form of objects, songs, images, sayings, license plates, and synchronistic happenings) to let us know they are there and that we are loved.

And mostly to support us in keeping the faith on our soul’s journey with all our struggles, hopes, and dreams. And to tell us to live with gratitude and to have a sense of humor.

What ultimately matters in a human life is leaving the world a better place. That’s the true legacy. My Dad left the world a much better place by being in it. He was loving, kind and generous, not just to his family and friends, strangers, and acquaintances.

He made it a point to strike up a conversation (or use his wit and dry sense of humor to get a laugh) with anyone he met or encountered in daily life, including the owner of the ice cream parlor he frequented, the receptionist at the neighborhood bank, and the janitor at the GM headquarters.

In many ways, Mother’s Day and Father’s Day are celebrations of the archetypes of mother and father, a celebration of you and me and all the roles we play in this cosmic drama called life.

In gratitude to fathers that make the world a better place and to all those who offer love and support in its many forms. 

>> Here, I wrote about my Mom’s sacred transition

Wishing you many blessings on your journey!

Love you and miss you, Mom and Dad,

Lisa

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