My Father Died & I Saw Him Before He Crossed Over
It’s still almost unbelievable in my mind and I was there.
Like the growing steady, I joined the club that no one wants to join when my father died in 2018. He had a heart attack on the anniversary of my high school graduation, June 6th, D-Day.
It all happened so fast over a mere week’s time, my father’s transition and my final time with him, that I barely could slow down to fully process what was happening — seen and unseen.
This is the first time that I have ever written about his death.
I was out shopping one afternoon.
I ran in to grab a few things and quickly head back home. On leaving out the exit doors with the crowd, I spotted a man — far ahead — as the doors opened and crowed moved onward through, there was a man at the head of the crowd who somehow seemed to look just like my father.
Short, baldheaded, walked just like him, same complexion, and all.
I thought to myself, I need to call my dad when I get home.
By the time I got home, my phone was ringing off the hook and texts were pouring in for me to call back to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania where my father lived and we were all from.
At first, I ignored a couple thinking I’d call after I got done putting away my groceries and making a few other calls.
A close friend of my father called back two more times.
I thought how strange, why is he calling me back to back. I need to call my dad, I thought to myself, and ask him why.
When I did call back, however, I got the news that no daughter ever wants to hear. That her father is hurt in any way. Especially being so far away from where I live, in St. Louis.
My father had gone out that morning to the park and work out, run, do what he loved most which was to work out. While there, he had a heart attack and fell down a flight of stairs he was jogging up, hit his head on the fall down, and he was knocked unconscious. Fortunately, a fellow jogger had seen him and remembered how nice he was, this woman called emergency, and he was transported to the hospital.
My father was in a coma for a week.
They ran all kinds of tests to gauge how much both his heart and brain were injured during the fall.
When I found out that afternoon, I was in St. Louis.
And despite the medical emergency, I chose to stay in St. Louis, knowing quite honestly that was all my pockets could handle at the moment.
That was also because my gifts allowed me to tap into my father’s magnetic field to know how he was really doing. In truth, the day he fell and had the heart attack, he died. However, doctors and nurses while keeping his body alive, his consciousness was given more time to go to his loved ones and make contact as best he could with those open between the realms.
My father came to me first and strongest.
On the day of my father’s heart attack I got a new instrument delivered. All I could bring myself to do that day was to play my drum.
Then all of a sudden when I started playing, I smelled my father in my living room.
Seconds later I saw a clear impression on the couch indicating that someone in spirit form was sitting there — and he did the entire time until I got up after I stopped playing.
My father would end up staying at my apartment in spirit form pretty much an entire week where only myself and my cats were the ones to notice his presence.
If he wasn’t chasing the cats, then he was sitting on the bed, on the couch, touching my head or putting his hands on my shoulders. Or merely just walking around.
He was all over my apartment.
The night my father actually crossed over I was at a channeling/prayer group that I have been apart of for many years where an 85-year-old close mentor/teacher who can channel angels, multidimensional beings, and loved ones — we both saw my father standing at the foot of her dining room table during the weekly gathering that night.
In that brief but moving moment, my father opened his arms and all this light came pouring out of him flying into each person at the table. And in that same truly remarkable divine moment, I saw him and felt his love go into everyone, through everyone, and even more to me.
Then he said he had to go for now and a doorway opened behind him, and he turned and walked in it and within seconds both he and the doorway were both gone.
Close to two years since his death my father still comes back to visit.
On mere thought of him or mention of his name in conversation with others, he will come walking through a doorway in front of me in my living room or wherever that I am. I can hear, smell, feel, and even catch glimmers seeing him walk around me wherever that I am, and almost always when at home.
I miss my father and I am grateful we shared a life and in fact another life together which I learned about days after his passing.
Most of all, I am glad that the day I saw my father as he crossed over, that I had the strength to let him go and to be able to tell the doctors shortly after the prayer group to let his body go.
His time here was done, his body was no longer need, and most his soul contract was fully complete. His consciousness had more importantly already moved on to the other side before they had done what and all that they had one to try and help him.
I will always be grateful to know that we were together in-between space, held within the same realm of time, with me in the material realm and him in the in-between.
Through it all, I learned first hand, that there is no ending to life.
Time moves on, and soul’s do too. But not before they bid goodbye.
I shared a life with my father many times before in different forms, different roles, and life meanings.
In one life he was my brother, in this current one, he was/is my father who let me be me understood by my gifts, and asked often that I empower the world. My sharing about his last earthly time before he crossed over, he would be elated to know that I gave more because he believed in empowering others.
As I learn of other’s parents who have passed on I often say a word to my father to go to the newly crossed over to make friends with them and help them with the adjustment and the connection of a differing kind. To help them also with the shift and new connection now in place with their children and loved ones back here in human form for the cosmic moment.
Death is and will never be easy. There never is a right time in this realm or the next but know that all things are divinely orchestrated for our growth and soul’s greatest expansion.
May those who confront the death of a loved one or anyone close, that you find comfort in the days ahead, one day and one breath at a time. It does get easier. Our loved ones, they are never too far and yes when able many just may come to see you and give you tangible assurance that they are there, never too far and always and forever with you — as you want.
For those on the other side, newly crossed and the many before, they can hear you much more clearly and farther now than the living can and ever will. You are truly loved!
Be the Love, Be the Peace!
TheCosmicDoc
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