My friend Monica Wynn lost her dad, Homer, on June 6, around 1 a.m. I told her to be on the lookout for contact from him. She wrote me this morning about her first contact with him:
I have to share a story with you because you told me to look for signs from my dad.
Yesterday, my mother asked me to drive my dads truck around. It’s just been sitting. So I did. He loved old country music, like Willie Nelson. He has the radio station set to old country in his truck. When I drove the truck up town, I couldn’t change the radio. I didn’t have the heart to. I cried in the truck all the way to town and all the way back, just missing him.
I woke up last night at exactly 1:08 am to hear old country playing on the TV. I sat there and listened for a few minutes reminded of driving his truck to town. I drifted off to sleep (only for a few minutes) and had a dream my daughter was standing in front of me asking me to wake up. I did. Again, I heard the music coming from the TV. My husband woke up as well and we talked about it for a few minutes. He told me the music reminded him of my dad as well.
I think my dad was telling me not to be sad and he misses me too.
Yesterday was exactly one month since his passing and I now think he died at 1:08 a.m.
They don’t hang around long, unfortunately.
Has Rich dropped in?
Not for a long time. I think they hang around initially, whether because they are still transitioning and still attached to the people here, or whether they come for us, I’m not sure. But he was around off and on for the first year, much less the second year and not at all now.
Wow, so interesting, Nancy. I hope you’re doing well. I wonder: maybe rich just didn’t want to go through all ohis shit of the pandemic.
Neat story!
I love this story!