Thursday, 8 August 2019

Twelve years ago today, I stood by my father’s side as he drew his final breath. An hour later, standing at the foot of his deathbed, I gave my first mediumship reading. I felt joy like I’ve never experienced…a feeling that has no earthly words to describe it. I saw a bright yellow light from above bathing his lifeless form. I knew he was already home. I knew he was safe. I knew he was beyond happy.

Today, I still get signs from him. I feel him close. There are days I’d trade all of my tomorrow’s for just one more day with him, here, on earth. Some years, this day is happy and light. Some years it’s heavy and dark.

I struggle with death and grief…I know the deceased is in a better place. I’ve felt and seen a glimpse of the other side. So I know joy and feel joy…sometimes even a stab of envy, when a loved one crosses over. I communicate with them. They are there when I need them… more so than when they were alive. So I guess I figure we shouldn’t have to grieve if we’re still in contact with them. Nothing has changed…yet everything has.

Watercolour painting landscape grass and trees
220/365 Painting of the day, 8 August 2019 © WQuinn

An update on the monarch caterpillars:

I have been checking every day and they were doing well. Today, two are gone…hoping they have found a safe spot to begin their next phase. The third one…the first I had spotted, has died. I believe everything happens for a reason and we don’t usually know what that is but…even still, it was disheartening.

On a lighter, happier note, I had a lovely dinner with my sister and her family. I took the ferry home…a beautiful serene option instead of city traffic and noise! Tonight’s photo is of the sunset on the Ottawa river taken from the ferry.

Sunset on river
220/365 Photo of the day, 8 August 2019 © WQuinn

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