A Sign From My Deceased Father

by Karen Lindsey
(Bellville, Texas)

April 29th, 2011...standing in line at Subway...in a hurry to grab a sandwich to take back to the office...I was impatient...needed to double time...eat and work...not to mention worry...my most developed talent...and much new material to worry about in my workplace...big structural changes and the requisite jockeying for power and position that go along with it...all of these things in general and detail churning through my brain...totally inwardly focused.


The line is long...my eyes drift forward...an old man two people in front of me...I fleetingly notice his grandpa shorts ...the kind my daddy used to wear...for some reason...he reminds me of my dad...who passed away on 2-22-10...fleeting thoughts of Daddy...the old man turns around and looks at me...a longish look...then...the song comes on...slowly and quickly, varying levels of awareness layer over my consciousness...the first...instantly reliving a moment...a moment that song had tremendous meaning...a few days before Daddy died...in the nursing home...the Hospice people...so very professional and kind...were disclosing information in response to my query...we were standing around Daddy's bed...he...with tubes to transport things in and out of his body...tubes that kept him both alive and miserable...and the manifestation of our conflicting thoughts about the next steps he'd take in his journey...both wanting him to stay...and wanting him to go ahead and cross over...and away from the tubes and pain.
Two hospice nurses...and myself...clustered around Daddy...and the head hospice nurse gently tells me Daddy's journey to the other side will be soon...very soon. At that exact moment...the song, "In the Arms of the Angels" comes on Daddy's tv. The nurse and I look at each other...both with big eyes...we both become silent...only our eyes communicate...mine filling with tears...even she...a seasoned hospice nurse seemed stunned at the synchronicity of the situation...me too.
Daddy passed away a couple of days later. My sister and I had spent the night at the nursing home in a room next door to Daddy's. The night hospice nurse said she'd come get us if it got close to his time. At 3:00 in the morning, she came to get us. Each of us got on one side of Daddy's bed and hugged him as he silently crossed over. I am so happy to this day that we had the priviledge of being Daddy's angels at that moment...and I hope in my heart of hearts that even though he was unconscious that he knew we were there and was comforted by our presence.

April 29th, 2011...standing in line at Subway...a crowded Friday...impatiently waiting...waiting and worrying...I notice the old man...think of Daddy...the old man turns and looks at me...and then...the song changes. "In the Arms of the Angels" starts to play...my eyes fill with tears...I think of Daddy...

and then realize...

...the day is April 29th...

...Daddy's birthday.

Thank you Daddy for your message...I kind of stopped worrying for a few minutes...having a very brief and limited understanding of how small the things I concern myself with are in the grand scheme of things. I appreciate your contact...and love you still.


Daddy died on 2-22-10...

I often look up and see that pattern...the twos...and the twenty twos...will often wake up from a deep sleep to look at the digital clock and see 2:22. These numbers will appear in all kinds of places when I'm least expecting them...and when I look at the context in which they appear, I can often see a connection between the the numbers and what is going on at the time...can see the gesture...an offer of comfort...recognition...and support...

Music and numbers...deeply appreciated love notes from beyond the veil.

Goodbye Daddy and hello too...and thank you for being my angel...and for all the little love notes you send when I need them the most.

Love,

Karen

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May 12, 2011
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by: Faye

Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful and uplifting story.

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