TRUSTING IN A HIGHER POWER
Happy holidays everyone…
This blog is a fascinating and memorable one for me as I reminisce about the life and death of my father John White…It is with love that I share this.. it is my hope that you truly believe in your heart of hearts that miracles are always possible.. no matter what!!!! they were for me..
There are no coincidences in life; every event unfolds in divine order. Miracles can and will take place, if you’re willing to suspend all doubt and allow grace to flow through you. I’m forty-four years old when my dad decides to “graduate” from this earthly plane.
No great surprise to anyone in our immediate family, as truly he’s suffered a great deal. John White endured much mental and emotional pain his entire life and it was time for him to go home. A tremendous amount of fear surrounds this frail man, never able to express his love for another human being. However, that is about to change as his transformation takes flight.
THIS IS THE SCENARIO THE DAY HE DIED.. FRESH IN MY MEMORY.. LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY………..Dad had.. had a stroke and lay comatose in the hospital bed…completely paralyzed on the right side… unaware of anything or anyone… or so we thought!!!
I remember opening the door to his room.. no one was there.. just him and me…even though I think it odd that everyone has vanished for a few moments.. I am really quite grateful for this time alone…
I close the door softly behind me and pull up a chair. I know what to do next intuitively, as if an omnipotent presence is guiding me–I have no doubts or questions. All time and space feels suspended, as if we’re in another realm where absolutely anything is possible.
I bring my lips to his ear ever so gently and whisper “hi Dad, it’s me, Pat.” I have strong urge to touch his cheek, so I do so. I run my fingers along his newly shaven face and tell him how soft and supple he feels. The smell of his aftershave cologne seeps into my nasal passages and I’m reminded of how much time he used to spend looking in the mirror–hours and hours and hours, primping and fixing his hair. I chuckle for a minute and know he gets this.
I feel his locks of hair and see with my own eyes the beauty of this man–this man who gave me life, who brought me into this world. I lay my head on his chest and feel the beat of his heart as it pulsates through his body. It sends a warm vibration down my spine and into the core of my being. I have never connected with him on this level, yet there is a sense of deja vu. We have indeed been here before. Tears cascade down my face–I don’t even try to stop them… for they are tears of joy. This is a good memory, one I don’t want to forget.
I could feel his spiritual arms envelop and hold me tightly… I didn’t want to ever let him go. It was love, pure love.... For the first time in my life…(guess what happened)
STAY TUNED FOR THE REST OF THE STORY….IT WILL BE IN MY BOOK…..I’M SMILING WITH GRATITUDE JUST REMEMBERING THE GIFTS I RECEIVED THAT MAGNIFICENT DAY!!!!!
If this brings back a memory for you.. share it .. please do.. as we are all on this journey together.. and together we can and will help each other heal…and have faith.. faith that in the midst of turmoil, love can prevail.. and that is where the miracles abound
IN LOVE AND LIGHT