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Connecting With The Dead

I wake up most mornings with so many ideas on my mind. Of course, it probably didn’t help last night, that I couldn’t fall asleep. Friends from the past were in my thoughts, story writing ideas, and trying to find the right stamps and coins to help pay off my bills. I feel excited about the future and I’m trying to plan the next 6 months of my life. To a lot of people that sounds premature, but it drives me to keep chuggin on with life.

My male friends from my childhood have been steadily on my mind the last few weeks. I do want to be friends with the Powell brothers, but they may not want to reciprocate the same sentiment with me. I have often wondered why they came into my life so suddenly. The plan for all this interaction, I think, revolves around their mother’s death from cancer. It’s a weird feeling I have about her. In my gut I feel that she is trying to contact me, to acknowledge them again. I still deeply care for them and always will. Sometimes, I think, the dead leave clues for us to discover. Yesterday, I met a nice lady formerly from New Jersey, who had an accent similar to the brothers. I also found a head scarf that is used to cover a bald head for someone who has had chemotherapy. This game of clues, I’m sure, will continue to unfold their true meaning.

Yesterday, my daughter Laura, uncovered stories that she had written in grade school. Currently, she is teaching children how to write their own stories from pictures they’ve made at summer camp. She was amazed at how good her stories were. It pays to save all the stories that were significant to your children from their school age years. When I woke up this morning, in my head, I was writing a story about a watercolor that Sheila has been working on lately. Like I said, my mind was super active. I thought, it is like school, give someone a picture and paint an exciting portrayal about that subject. It was a lot of fun for me to do that about Saddle’s watercolor portrait. Sheila gave me a southwestern background that I love to work with too.

My dad was a collector of stamps, coins, rocks and minerals, and a lifetime of photos. For some time, I have been trying to find a home for his stamp collection. Next Wednesday, I hope Michaan’s Auction House will take it on for consignment. I’m going to do a little research into what stamps are desired now and hopefully, will find some of those in his childhood album. Right now, I’m the only one who cares about this collection. I do want to share it with other fine stamp collectors out there. Some coins I collect also, but of the more recent vintage. Yesterday, I found a large amount of Chinese currency that he had held onto from WW II. My dad took fascinating photos of 1940’s Chinese residents and had a love for Jade stone for carving. Finding that treasure trove yesterday, made me feel closer to my dad, and thought,

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Connecting with the Dead

maybe he’s trying to reach out to me in death, too. His naval ship popped into my mind and I thought, for the first time, to look that ship up on the web. Yes, they have a website, and they have a reunion every year. His ship, the USS Mispillion, is part of the moth ball fleet, moored in Suisun Bay near Benicia, California. Lately, there have been some unique connections with the dead happening in my life. I’m not afraid of these happenings, I just want to find out more about them and why are they happening to me now?

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Posted by on August 4, 2011 in dad, death, Navy days, USS Mispillion


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Saying Goodbye

We received word last night that my former mother-in-law wasn’t doing very well in the hospital. When I heard the words low blood pressure, I knew her condition probably wasn’t going to improve. I went to sleep after midnight or rather, I tried to sleep, but found myself in a weird dream like state. My dream was one of the weirdest I have had. There were about 3 or 4 costumed large beings walking toward me in a row. They looked like Transformers characters. Suddenly my former mother-in-law came to me and placed her very cold hand on my back. I knew it was her and that she had just passed away. I felt very comforted and emotional about her coming to me to say goodbye. It’s a reassurance that I will never forget. She was kind and very generous in spirit. The cast of characters that I envisioned led her away to a knew life. A life that was free from pain and heartache. It gave me more thoughts about an afterlife.

I feel like I have grown up and made peace with my former mother-in-law. It has been very cathartic for me to record her recipes and relive the fun times that we had together. The painful times, I too, want to forget. She was a very helpful and a good woman and wife. I know she has been re-united with her other family members that preceded her in death. The one thing about death that is very intriguing to me, is the peace and freedom of the spirit. One’s spirit is light and carefree and moves so quickly from one location to another. The energy from the spirit is vibrant and unharnessed in its mobility and containment. It gives us hope, love, and security to carry on. One’s spirit is a life giver and a life saver. Spirit truly is a beautiful embodiment.

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Posted by on June 29, 2011 in death


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