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We recently posted a spirit contact story from our friend, Janice Cutbush, about her contact with her first husband, Tom. This one is about Janice\u2019s contact with her dad, many years after he passed. It illustrates, I think, how our contact with dead loved ones can persist for months and years.<\/p>\n
From Janice:<\/p>\n
My dad was not much of a talker; he communicated more by doing. But he was always there for me. He was my rock. Even after he became debilitated from kidney disease and a stroke, he still tried to help me out. Once when I was widowed and struggling to adjust to life alone, and he had had a stroke, he saw me trying to take my canoe off the top of my car by myself. He walked out of his house, which was next door to mine, with his cane and was trying to come up my driveway to help me. I burst into tears when I saw him. He knew he wasn\u2019t capable of helping me, but still wanted to try. That\u2019s the way he was.<\/p>\n
So it was a bit of a surprise to me when I started getting messages from him after he died. The first one arrived as a dream visitation.<\/p>\n
A few weeks before my son\u2019s wedding in Colorado, I had a very vivid dream about my dad, one that woke me up and felt so real I could feel his warmth. He was all dressed up in suit and tie. My dad was not a suit and tie kind of guy. He was more of a Pendleton and chino type. He liked to be comfortable and ready to work if someone needed his help. But in the dream, he looked very handsome in a Dean Martin kind of way with a full head of dark hair, tanned and spry.<\/p>\n
During this dreamy encounter, I asked him why he was all dressed up. He replied, \u201cI\u2019m going to a very special occasion.\u201d And then he disappeared as quickly as a wisp of smoke. When I woke up, I knew he was telling me that he would be at my son\u2019s wedding. This was his first grandson to marry after he died.<\/p>\n
My father loved weddings because he loved to dance and get buzzed. Some of my fondest memories of him were at family weddings where he would dance and sing and spin around. He loved my son Tom and had always been especially proud of him. The morning of the wedding, my mother told me she had had a dream of dad. She said it felt like a visitation like mine. He had whispered to her but she couldn\u2019t understand him. This was very unusual because my mother claimed she never dreamed and had never dreamed of my dad after he died. It gave me great comfort to know that he was there, watching over his favorite grandson\u2019s wedding.<\/p>\n
The second message came years later when my mother was no longer well enough to live alone. My brother and I were trying to piece together care for her among the two of us, our spouses and hired help. It wasn\u2019t easy and it was making us both miserable. We didn\u2019t feel she was safe alone and she refused to leave her house. One day while driving home from Albany, I stopped for gas on the highway, and ran into the shop to get a chocolate bar.
\nThe first bar I saw was a Sky Bar. It immediately made me think of my dad. When we were growing up, he used to sing commercial jingles to us. \u201cSky bar-it\u2019s the four in one bar.\u201d<\/p>\n
That one always stuck in my head and forever after would remind me of him. So here I was trying to figure out how to deal with mom and he was trying to tell me something.
\nMy dad was mostly upbeat until he got sick and always could make my mom laugh. What was the message of the Sky Bar? I didn\u2019t have long to wait. I got back in the car and a few miles down the road, a car with this license plate passed me-\u201cCK-JOY.\u201d Seek joy-that was his message! I never look at license plates so I knew it was more than a coincidence especially after the Sky Bar greeting in the gas station.<\/p>\n
My father was trying to tell me to somehow find joy while caring for my mother. My friend, Trish, a writer and astrologer, would tell me it was a synchronicity or spiritual appointment. According to her, there is no such thing as a coincidence. Whatever it was, I know that my dad had made contact with me and was still watching over us. He was letting me know that there is joy even when life throws us challenges. I hoped that from his vantage point, he also had found joy.<\/p>\n
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We recently posted a spirit contact story from our friend, Janice Cutbush, about her contact with her first husband, Tom. This one is about Janice\u2019s contact with her dad, many years after he passed. It illustrates, I think, how … Continue reading