Daddy came to say hello and tell me that he was proud of me.
This happened five and a half years after he passed to the next world. Daddy drew his last breath on 29th December 2013 in the early hours of the morning.
Daddy died. There, I have said it. It’s been hard to say it, even though it’s true. When he passed from this world to the next, everything that had been constant in my life changed. I’d been right at his side at the end, right until that moment when he felt able to let go. From arriving at the hospital, until he inhaled his last breath, I and two of my sisters and of course our Mum had kept a vigil by his bedside.
Watching the life leave his once such strong body and mind was not instant. We had slowly been witnessing his decline for a long time. He had suffered with mixed dementia, which was a combination of Vascular Dementia and Alzheimer’s, so a double whammy! Such a cruel blow of fate for a man who in his day had been so academic. My Dad, Hugh, was by far the cleverest man I have ever met! He was a one in a million type of man! They really do not make men like him anymore! He epitomised the term gentleman being a truly gentle man with impeccable manners. He was one of those who always let a lady go first, who would hold the door open for you, and who would stand up when a lady entered the room. He spoke the King’s/Queen’s English, pronouncing every letter and syllable perfectly.
He really was quite something!
His was a life well lived and he was a man well loved, who lived his life well.
He was my Dad, my hero!
It was a truly traumatic time for me and my family when Daddy left to go to the other side as it were! Towards the end I told my Dad it was okay to let go now, and not to worry, and that we would look after Mummy.
A couple of days back I decided to consult a Spiritual Psychic Medium who is also gifted in reading the Tarot, and other of the esoteric arts. You have to go into these things with an open mind as you do not know really how it’s going to go.
I have to say it was fascinating, mind blowing and really comforting. I cried a bit, and I laughed but mostly I felt connected. My Dad came to say hello, and to tell me how proud he was of me. He thanked me for all that I do for my Mum, and said no more tears, time to move forward.
I am not going to go in to too much detail as things were said/revealed that are very personal to me and my family. Many people are skeptical about this sort of thing, and yes, there are unscrupulous people out there who prey on those who are vulnerable and maybe grieving etc.
All that said, I did not go into this with my eyes shut. I researched and checked out the credentials of my Medium, and to be honest I just sort of got a feeling/connection with him. He was brilliant! He said things that no one else in the whole world could have known. He told me things that were in my head, and that I had not revealed to anyone. However, what truly reassured me, sold it to me, however you want to put it, is that my Dad gave a message to me that only me, my mum and sisters could know about, and of course my Dad.
I truly believe everything happens for a reason, and that everything we have ever done gets us to this point. All I can say is that I connected to the spirit world through the help of a gifted Medium, and now I feel able to move forward as my Dad has reassured me that it is okay to do so.
We may call it ‘talking to dead people’ but we are thinking of it in a physical sense. We are merely chatting to those who have gone from one room to another. We can still talk to them but just need to learn the language. Those in the Spirit world know what they are doing. We just need to learn how to receive messages, signs, wisdom, guidance, advice. It’s sort of like learning a new language. The language of energy. Everything is energy, and the energy never dies!
Just recently I have been, or rather for a long time have been thinking of learning a new language. I was pretty much thinking maybe French, possibly Italian but after my recent encounter with the Spirit World I have decided to try and learn the language of the Spirit World. For some that is weird, for others you will understand!
The image is of me and my Dad on my wedding day on 5th May 1984 which was also my 22nd birthday…I got to do a waltz with my Dad as the first dance. Wish I could remember the song we danced to. It will come back to me one day…