I have told this story from the moment it happened. It has given me so much joy and sadness all put together as one. It started when my father-in-law, Ted, Sr.-ďDadĒ-came to live with my husband Ted Jr. and me, three months before his death. Dad was a man of the earth, a man who loved to camp, explore his surroundings and be one with nature. He would talk about walking his dogs at dawn and how that was his favorite time of day. Moving in with Ted and me was not the easiest thing for him to do, but he was dying of lung cancer. He fought his cancer the only way a naturalist knew how, and lived his life with pride and dignity.
Ted and I are energy healers, and we were able to give Dad relief from pain and ease the symptoms that the cancer had worn on him. Dad was not a spiritual man and didnít believe in an afterlife. I, on the other hand, pride myself as a spiritualist, with great wonder of the other side. We would talk about death and what happens to our bodies and souls. Dad stated that the body dies and that is that. He would go on to say that he didnít believe we had a soul.
I used to joke with him saying, ďWell, Dad, I donít believe that to be true. When you pass over to the other side, give me a sign so I know Iím right and you are wrong.Ē
ďI will, if youíre right,Ē he replied.
November 4, 1999, was the hardest day of my life. It was the day that Dadís soul began to pass over. He went into a semi-coma state, unable to awaken but for very brief moments. I remember how I didnít want to face the truth of that day, and yet I was not able to stay away from him for any length of time.
About midnight, Dad began the final stage and his body became fidgety. Ted and I attempted to quiet him down with energy. Ted and I both began our prayers. We told Dad that he was loved, and that he could go to the other side knowing that he was the best human being he could possibly have been.
At four oíclock that morning, Dad settled down and was very quiet. Ted walked me to our bed and said we needed to get some rest. I lay there trying to sleep, when suddenly I felt that somebody was pulling on my toe trying to wake me. I looked up and saw no one. I also looked at the clock-it was 5:34. Right at that moment, Ted came into the room and said that his father just passed away. It was dawn, Dadís favorite time of the day. (It was also his 63rd wedding anniversary.) Dad kept his promise-he woke me up the moment he passed over to the other side.
Later that day, when I was looking outside, I noticed a big blue jay sitting on a branch near Dadís window. This bird was looking into Dadís window, when a second blue jay came and sat on the same branch. Then a third blue jay came and sat right next to the others. I felt very blessed, and I knew this was a second sign that Dad was sending to me. But Dad did not stop at sending me signs-he has sent signs to my husband. Ted sees him every week in his dreams. Sometimes Dad has insights for Ted and other times, he is just there saying hi.
The bond that we three share is wonderful. For three wonderful months we had the pleasure of Dadís presence in physical form, and now we have his spiritual presence for an eternity. For a man who didnít believe in an afterlife, he sure has given me more strength in my convictions, and a personal understanding by his signs, that our bodies might die but WE live on forever.
-Peggy A. Miller, Crown Point, Ind.
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