Love never dies….. I know this spiritual truth firsthand since my father, who was my most treasured supporter and healing mentor, proved. I’ll never forget that he died on October 11, 1997. He, my twin sister Linda and I, had made a pact that whoever of us passed into the next realm first, would come back to show that love never dies, it just transforms. We coined our special triad relationship, “The Three musketeers” as we spent as much quality time together pondering life’s biggest spiritual and philosophical questions. I will always treasure those memories, and especially my father stating that in his lifetime, he had never connected on such a deep level with anyone like he did with my twin sister and I. We could sit for hours discussing what we thought heaven would be like, how we would be greeted by loved ones when we died, and what the celebrations with friends and family who passed on, would look and feel like. My father was an intelligent, genuine, transparent human being who withstood major hardships in his life and transformed them into gold. He was a faithful, deeply spiritual human being who taught me life’s spiritual truths. I knew at a very young age that this magnetic man was a true, gifted healer. He touched those around him so deeply that they still talk about his loving, kind, healing spirit, even after sixteen years of being gone.
It’s never easy losing a parent, but the death of my father seemed so sudden and surreal. It felt like the world as I knew it, ended when he passed away. I was actually in physical and emotional pain and found it hard to breathe. What got me through it was knowing what a blessing it was to have the honor of spending dad’s last hours with him. I had taken the next shift of caring for dad since he had fallen ill. Just the day before he seemed to bounce back and was visited at his home by many friends and relatives that just happened to stop by. God had devised a divine plan for dad’s siblings and friends to see him before he passed.
My dad and sister Linda, had always been extremely close. Dad always knew he could count on her. Not surprisingly, when he fell ill those last days, she was his rock and stayed by his side caring for him. She called me over to relieve her, as she had been there for days and couldn’t see straight. In spiritual hindsight, Linda and I believe, dad knew on some level he was dying. He lovingly knew that Linda could not be there to let him go because of the special bond they shared.
As I turned into my fathers condominium driveway to take care of dad, I noticed ambulance lights flashing right outside his front door. My heart sank as I entered his home and witnessed paramedics lifting his tiny, frail frame onto a gurney. I automatically recited my father’s favorite prayers over him. I asked that his angels, holy Saints, and Father in Heaven that he adored, to bring him peace and comfort according to Gods will. As I rubbed his arms and continued passionate prayers, I saw him go unconscious. As he laid in the back of the ambulance, the paramedics told me they thought they lost him. I prayed the Hail Mary, knowing it would bring great peace and comfort to him, as dad had a strong devotion to her since he was a young boy. As I prayed, my fathers body lifted. He rose up and reached out his hand toward the heavens. As fast as dad lifted, he laid back down in utter serenity and calm. The paramedics and I had witnessed a great miracle and blessing that day. I knew on a deep level that my father was being greeted by his late wife; my mother. Next thing I remember, the paramedics shouted for me to move from the back of the ambulance to the front, so the medical team could work to revive him.
Not long after reaching the hospital, I sat in silence and prayed. I felt a powerful surge of joy and energy cradle me. It was the familiar, loving essence of my dear father. I knew instantly dad had passed and this was his way of saying goodbye. Seconds later, the doctor came out and told me what I already knew; my father had died. I’ll never forget the time dad’s life on earth was over, it was 2:22. This number reveals itself to me and my family members often. We know it’s dad letting us know he’s around.
Meanwhile, at my home where my now ex husband and son Jacob were (he was only one year and 2 months at the time ) – this is the story that was unfolding; Jacob was in his crib looking up and putting his hand out reaching for something. Baby Jacob kept saying, “Papa Up, Papa up.” My husband at the time had no idea my father had passed. Later that week, many spiritual episodes occurred where I would pull Jacob out of his crib because he was reaching for what I now knew, was his grandpa who had passed. He continued to repeat the same mantra, ” Papa up, Papa Up.” When I would take him out of his crib, he would turn his head around the corner wall of his room, giggling and running down the hallway playing tag with grandpa. I had no doubt Jacob could see him, so I just kept talking to dad like I always did. Jacob’s joyous giggles as he played tag with my father, only strengthened my belief that our love never dies, it only transforms.
“Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also. John 14:1-3