Updated: Apr 22
I think and feel my dad often. I love days that honor and celebrate one another, as they bring you closer together. My father took his journey in 2009 at the age of 91.
I have many beautiful memories of him that spring to my eyes and roll down my cheeks. My mind wants to say he is gone, my heart knows he lives there, along with the love we cultivated together.
I felt him with me throughout the funeral. In my home office where I work I would sense him behind me. I knew he was there yet I was hesitant to admit it. I thought, “why is he with me, when there are so many other people he could be with?”
I never told anyone and one day months later I had a client come to my home for a healing treatment. She lived a long distance and afterwards I went into the kitchen to prepare tea.
As we sat, sipping tea and chatting I mentioned my dad and talked of him. She told me, Oh, by the way he stands behind you when you are at the computer! I was not completely surprised and delighted by the confirmation that yes he was there, behind me.
I felt honored and remember when I was a nail technician he would visit me at the salon where I worked and would stand behind me while I sculpted nails. He never gave me a direct compliment, he always told others. He helped me to understand his ways and feelings which I loved. He looked at my client and said, “isn’t she good?” We both laughed.
I smile as I feel him behind me, there with his beautiful happy spirit, giving me support like he always has.
Love you to the moon and back George!