I often have moments when I completely forget that my Father is gone. Just a moment ago as I was meandering about online, I heard my mailbox telling me that I had a new email. The first thought that came into my head was, "maybe it's Dad!" I often have moments like this, my phone rings, a text comes in and I am expecting it to be him. More times I pick up the phone to call him and then remember he is no longer there. But, maybe these moments are not misguided, maybe it is him in spirit telling me that he is here with me, that he is thinking about me, that he is watching over me. I do feel him with me. I feel a thickness in the air. I feel the look of pride and love in his eyes. I see his smile. I really feel his protection so much that if I were not as strong and open, I would be running for help in fear that there was someone in my room, someone following me. I feel his energy with me that strong.
I love you Dad and I love the person I am and have become in the dealing with your loss and in turn with life itself.
Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives.