Messages of Love
We can be triggered by many things whether songs, memories, loss of any type (job, someone we know or patterns), situations where we see those in our lives going through health challenges or even the unknown that appears on a path with us. Just yesterday while driving home from a great day of hiking with my mom, all sorts of emotions arose as I followed an old white camper-style pickup truck part of the way home. It reminded me of the many messages that came through during my father’s last earth-bound weeks.
There was a day that my mom and I were walking to my car to say goodbye as I headed to a pet sitting. She stopped to get her mail and something from a hospice center had come in. On the drive home that day, a funeral procession made its way toward me in the opposite lane. I recall how that affected me in the moment. A few short days later there was an incorrect delivery at my home of hospice supplies. The messages of where we were heading were clear.
Yesterday, the emotions flowed forth with many of the memories of that time period with my Mom, Dad, pet friends and family as I drove along a familiar part of the road. It was a beautiful day of new experiences linked with connections from the other side. As my mom and I prepared to leave her place, my mom and dad’s song began to play on the radio...this is a message that let’s me know my Dad is here visiting and that he loves us. Just as we were walking out the door, I received a message from a client that a pet friend would be laid to rest later that day.
My pet friend and his brother had been instrumental in letting me know and confirming where my dad was in his journey home and also where loved ones were in their process to pick him up. They shared when my dad was entering a hallway and when he was traveling between here and there as well as the moment loved ones shifted from being in the family room where they gathered on the other side to being here (in the room of the living). In the three years I had pet sat with them, they did not ever knock down a series of glass prisms from a shelf in the living room. The morning my father transitioned these were on the floor when I arrived and cast rainbows all around the room. Loved ones were on the ground preparing for the moment. Rainbows, rainbow songs and prisms especially were the way my paternal grandmother came through to me.
On the drive to the hiking trail, there was a small red car ahead of us that reminded me of an uncle’s car. He too is on the other side. 427 is a number that appears when I am in the process of birthing a new understanding or something else new. It is also my birth date. It showed up as I was writing this blog today. Just as my pet friends were there for me and my family during my Dad’s transition, those on the other side were acknowledging the cat friend’s actions by honoring and being there as he made his journey across the rainbow bridge. And the old, white camper-style pickup that triggered all the emotions in me was a message that he was on his way home.
I am very grateful for the opportunity to travel with all the beings who have joined me on this life journey. We can learn so much from one another in more ways than one can imagine.
