I see them in dreams sometimes…
Yesterday after we dropped Kali off at school Luke (2-1/2 y/o) says loudly from his car seat, “Mommy, your daddy says hi!”
“Your daddy?” I asked.
“Nooooo! My daddy at work. YOUUUURRR daddy. He’s sitting here.”
I answered with strain as tears flooded my eyes, “Okay. Tell him hi for me too.”
I looked through the rear view mirror as he looked at the seat next to him and he said, “She say hi.”
My dad transitioned over 26 years ago. When I had my near death experience several years ago he was the only one who showed up to send me right back here. My father wasn’t much in my life. But I knew he loved me dearly. Luke’s message was endearing. Luke has never seen a picture of my father but I’m certain he knew exactly who he was.
I went to take a Kundalini yoga class right…
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