Another “What The Hell Wednesday!”

Well, there you are WTHW! Jeeeeez, where have you been?

A reader of this blog recently asked, What the hell happened to What The Hell Wednesday?

What happened is this: I have to sit down and remember a freaky, mystical, WTH experience to write about OR one just comes to me…on a Wednesday…you know, like it does.
Anyhow…

Last week was the tenth anniversary of my dad’s passing, and my aunt (his sister) wrote my siblings and me a lovely email remembering him.

In it she recounted the story of being at his bedside in the days before he died as he kept asking her,”Can you see her? She’s waiting for me.” He was referring to a sister of ours who had died at birth. Even though she was an infant, only living for thirty minutes after she was born, he saw her at the foot of his bed as the end drew near, as a little girl with blonde hair — patiently waiting to take him home.

When I wrote her back I assured her that his sense of humor was still intact on the other side,(she was wondering) and told her this story:

“I also have a Roy story to share:
In September 2005, six months after he died, Raphael and I went to Spain to ride motorcycles, one of the things that I remember him crying over the loss of, he LOVED to ride the wide open vistas, so we definitely have that in common.

One particularly gorgeous day, the temperature was perfect, there was the smell of coffee and bread and freshly mowed grass in the air, and the scenery was beyond description!

I pictured him riding shotgun with me on the back of the bike, taking in the views. “You see that dad, isn’t it beautiful? Use my eyes, take this all in.” I kept pestering him over and over. Still, I got the sense that he was really enjoying himself and his time in Spain (ha!).

One afternoon after once again inviting dad to ride along with me, I couldn’t feel him. After a few hours I realized he just simply wasn’t here. I was crushed. I’d been Sooooo enjoying our rides together.

Toward the end of the day as we crested a hill overlooking a verdant valley below with its quaint village of houses and their red tile roofs; thick black storm clouds hung in the sky and their farthest edges provided one of the most spectacular sun sets I’ve ever witnessed.

“Dad, are you seeing this?” I asked in awe, almost out of habit.

Then I heard his answer and it floored me.

He said:
“Janet, I’ve loved riding with you, and Thank you so much for the use of your eyes and Raphael’s super riding abilities. Although Spain is lovely, you’ve got to quit bothering me. If you could see what I see, every second of every minute, of every hour…well, honey, this pales in comparison.”

Then he gave me one split second’s view with his eyes.

My eyes immediately welled up with tears and my goosebumps got goosebumps. I will never be able to find the word to describe it. Colors I’ve never seen before. Beauty and music and…What a gift.

I know where he is is pure positive energy.

I know I (we) will see him again.

I know he is around us always, and when we think of him, like we are today, he puts his hand on our shoulders.

I know he’s proud of all of us, his love is unconditional.

I for sure know his sense of humor is intact.

I feel him around me and our family often (I actually have a closer relationship to him now than I did when he was alive).
I talk to him, and seek his council often on things regarding my brother and sister and me.

It is my belief that he still hold focus and great interest in the dealings of ALL of the family. He watches over every single one of us, and our shenanigans provide him with some good belly laughs (okay, maybe that just applies to mine)”.

I really do hold the belief that our loved ones don’t just evaporate into the ethers. They remain around us,(I beg my dad to stay out of my bedroom and shower — awkward.) Ready at a moment’s notice to intervene If. We. Ask.

And I’m learning that their personality traits only get sharper. My dad’s a regular comedian on the other side, with a show every night — two on Sundays.

What do you believe? Has a loved one visited you and given you advice or made you laugh? Do you feel them around you when you walk in nature or ride a motorcycle? Please share, I’d love to think I’m not alone here, and I promise not to put your story in a WTHW.(wink)

Carry on,
xox

DEATH IS NOT THE END

When you’re sad and when you’re lonely
And you haven’t got a friend
Just remember that death is not the end
And all that you held sacred
Falls down and does not mend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end

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