For Lover's of Magic - A Divine Debut by Elissa Wilds
The strongest force on Earth can't be controlled. Not even by a powerful god or a talented witch!
THE YEARNING
He says it was foretold, an inescapable way to bring them together. All Laurell Pittman knows is that ungovernable need surges through her body whenever Axiom is near. Who is this godlike stranger who appears out of nowhere to steal her away from home? She ought to be terrified; instead, his kiss awakens unimaginable feelings, sensations of invisible hands stroking her body, a longing she can't deny. If she believes his claim -- and in his arms, how can she not? -- she is destined to conceive a very special child...and he is the appointed father. As he fights off demons trying to prevent their child's birth and patiently teaches her to use her own undiscovered powers, she finds her heart going out to this Balancer who is equally at home with good and evil, teetering on the edge of temptation, eternally caught ...
Between Light and Dark.
A shout out to my friend and fellow TARAN, Elissa Wilds, for the debut of her first published novel, Between Light and Dark (Love Spell Paranormal Romance)
(Nov 2008). For those magic-lovers among you, I urge you to give Elissa's book a try. She's a terrific person and all around bright soul, and her book explores many of the same themes of Good vs. Evil / Light vs. Dark that I examine in the Tairen Soul series.Elissa gave a psychic/paranormal workshop to our Tampa writer's group last year, and I was amazed by the enthusiastic response her talk received (not amazed that she was well-received but amazed by the flood of personal stories her talk encouraged everyone to share). So many of the people in the audience had experienced psychic phenomena of their own: knowing something was going to happen before it did, having an irresistible urge to approach a perfect stranger and give them a message (and then find out that message was EXACTLY what the stranger needed to hear), seeing ghosts, etc.
Whether you call it the power of faith, divine intervention, magic or extra sensory perception: I believe there is a power beyond our physical senses that does exist and can be called upon to interact in our daily lives.
I will never forget the day that made a believer out of me. I was at home, in the kitchen, doing dishes. My oldest two children, Ileah and Rhiannon, were both toddlers at the time, and they were playing together in the family room (which connected to the kitchen as one big room). Suddenly - and for no perceptible reason whatsoever - I heard, plain as day, a commanding voice in my head telling me, "Go check the children!"
I was moving before I could even process what was going on. Only I didn't run into the family room (which is where the children were - or so I thought). Instead, I ran down half a flight of stairs and raced across the house into the living room (the furthest point on that level of the house from the kitchen).
There I found my baby Rhiannon about to put the razor-sharp glass shards of a broken Christmas ornament into her mouth.
If I'd arrived two seconds later, it would have been too late. If I had first gone to look for her in the family room (which is where both children should have been), it would have been too late.
If I hadn't heard that voice, it would have been to late.
That day made me a believer. That day, I realized there was indeed a guardian angel looking over my family.
Question of the Day: Do you have a psychic and/or spiritual experience you'd be willing to share?
I will be giving away a copy of Elissa's debut novel, BETWEEN LIGHT AND DARK, to a lucky poster selected from today's blog.
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i was sixteen and my grandfather, to whom i was very close, was in the hospital. I woke up at about 3am from a dream. In the dream my grandfather sat on the end of my bed and said it was time for him to go, but he'd be watching and to be a good girl. I walked to my mom's room, woke her up and insisted that she call the hospital. Before she could get to the phone my aunt called to say that he had just passed a few minutes before in his sleep. Since then i've had several occurence of what some would call "dreaming" of events before they happen. Every time the dream has been accurate down to the smallest detail. i don't remember all of my dreams, but the ones like this seem to stick. I even keep a dream diary so that i can double check if i dreamed something when i get that eerie feeling that life is repeating itself.
First of all, your story gives me goose bumps Cheryl *hugs* and second, I already saw the cover of Elissa Wilds novel in the RT magazine and I will take you recommendation to my group *gg* We love good paranormal stories *VBEG*
I strongly believe in the spiritual world...somehow it is in my families dna :-) I have it with dreams. I have 5 dogs...Shih-Tzu's and I had a couple of litters with my 'mother hens' and when Jasmine got diagnosed with a skin allergy she had to take prednisone pills but I wasn't comfortable with it and then I got a dream, it felt like a cry for help and when I woke up I was about to cry myself a river. I knew that something wasn't right with Jasmine, the dream gave me a sense of foreboding. I checked her out...placing my hand all over her, feeling…looking at her and that was when I felt her sides and a light flickered to life. In a blink of an eye I was with the vet who took an ultrasound of her belly, she discovered 3 pups. If Jasmine would have taken more prednisone then she did up till then it would've affected the development of the pups. The whole pregnancy was one that did not sit well with me though...she ate so much of the extra feedings I give my "mother hens" while being pregnant. She was explosive, imagine a basketball hanging under the belly of a 12 pound Shih-Tzu. 7 weeks later birth started and I ended up once more at the vet...we decided on a c-section and 9 pups came out of her womb. 9 precious little pups but it took Jasmine's life. She gave all to her pups and had nothing left for herself to keep her heart going. At the moment she died a light bulb snapped and I knew something was wrong...when the vet came in....well, to me - in that moment - the world stopped and I looked at the 9 pups knowing I had to raise them myself.
It was a hard time but at the same time such a joyful one with my DH, sister and brother helping with the feedings, cuddling the pupps and such. When the vet came by my house 6 weeks later all 9 pups were thriving into little monsters and she admitted that she didn't think any of those pups would survive the first two weeks. I said they had a guardian angel watching over their shoulder. Now if I have a dream I can't place I try to write them down for they usually tell me something that is not always of use immediately. With Jasmine I'm just glad my dream warned me for I could’ve lost Jasmine and those 9 pups making a hard time even harder. BTW it is almost unheard of that a Shih-Tzu has 9 pups, 3-5 is usual.
I feel there's more out there and if you’re willing and looking it can give you sings...no question about it!
LOL somewhat different yet the same feel to our stories! Dreaming is when i think we are most susceptible to signs or "another world" Sorry for such a long story on my end..
Hugs,
Leontine
Valerie - I'm going to have my sister Lisette post. She had almost exactly the same thing happen - although she was awake at the time. Thanks for sharing.
Leontine - your story is amazing and very poignant. Thanks so much for sharing!
Cheryl
Leontine you have a way of always touching my soul. I cried at your post. I am an animal lover too, and though not a psycic experience, I too had a black lab mix give birth early in our old barn. We found 6 almost frozen still cold bodies scattered across the concrete floor. We took them to the house, (my children young teens at the time stayed home to help me) We warmed them as best we could doing puppy CPR on all of them. We lost 3 but were able to save the other 3 (we spent 3 continuous hours on them all).
But back to this subject I have a strange dream when someone in my family is about to die. All I dream is an arm swelling to the point of exploding and usually within 3 days there is a death. If freaks me out but I have learned to accept it.
Darlene,
how interesting about you and your dreams.
You know, at RWA a few years back, I met a woman whose 2 year old daughter sees ghosts. Turns out her sister (a registered nurse) sees them too. The sister (the nurse) works in a hospital, and she says she always knows when a patient is going to die, because within 2 weeks, the spirits start to gather around that patients bedside and within two weeks they have passed on.
It's very interesting to me that you've tapped into that sort of awareness on a more intimate, personal level through your dreams. it's interesting that the knowledge can be interpretedin such different ways - for you, it's a dream about a seemingly unrelated event, but you've learned what that particular dream means.
I'll have to do a dream blog in future. It's such a fascinating topic.
I added that one to my wishlist. Maybe I can sucker someone into buying it for my birthday.
This certainly does not fall into the same category as other peoples experiences, but it is the only one I have had. My mother had a dachshund for ten years. He absolutely adored her and loved to follow her around, and when she sat at the kitchen table he would sit in the doorway and watch her. He passed away last year. For weeks after his death I would often see him, when my mother was at the table, sitting there as he always did. I mentioned it to my mother some time later and was pretty shocked when she revealed she had seen him in the exact same spot. Watching over her.
Cheryl,
Thanks so much for giving me a shout out! I had so much fun writing Between Light and Dark. As Cheryl knows, I love to investigate the paranormal and have spent many years learning about(and experiencing!) such things as psychic phenomena. It only made sense to incorporate some of what I've learned into my books. (Granted, sometimes with slight exaggerations)(grin) Call it intuition, guardian angel, spirit guide, or what you will, but I think we all get a little extra help at times. And I am a firm believer in the inherent power of each individual. We are all magical beings with vast potential - we just have to learn to tap into our own inner power! Keep the stories of paranormal happenings coming. I love to read them!! Elissa
Elissa Wilds book sounds great. I'll be sure to look for it.
I and all of my siblings have seen ghosts or spirits (if you prefer).
I personally encountered an angel or messenger while my daughter was in serious condition in the hospital. Actually spoke to him face to face. But that account is too long to tell on this blog so I'll tell another.
I was driving home through the country after working a midnight shift. Fell asleep at the wheel. Was startled suddenly by a voice that shouted " Janet, wake up!!! ". When I looked up I was going around a curve in the road and headed straight toward a tree. I was able to swerve and avoid the impact and never left the road. I believe to this day that I wouldn't be here except for that voice of warning !!!
My grandmother once told me she used to levitate objects in her house back in the Depression era. Said it took a lot of time and practice. When I asked her why?, she responded, "I was bored."
Also, I was warned never to try it, as after a time the objects became difficult to control.
My grandmother died 4 years ago, she was 98 when she passed away she had outlived everyone she ever new as well as most of her family, she had one daughter left (my mother) grams survived the death of her son and a grandson. Now there are only 5 grandchildren and my mother left. (although some great grandchildren have been showing up lately) I was with her when she passed away. We finally had to put her in a personal care home (she lived with my mother for 15 years) when my mother had a heart attack and ended up in the hospital herself. Two weeks later grams passed. That night I had a dream, she came to me and said "do not be sad for me, I am with all my family now and am very happy" I hate funerals (have never been able to handle them, I break down very badly so usually do not go, even to family's. my family has always understood. But I was able to go to gram's because of her loving return to me. I did not cry and ironically as it may seem was joyful for her at her funeral.
These are some amazing posts. I haven't had anything happen to me, although I remember my mother telling me that she could divine water - her uncle took her out on the family farm (he could divine water too).
Elissa - all the best with your debut release.
Sassy_eggs - crossing my fingers and sending a Spirit weave that Elissa's book finds its way into your hands :) I love the story about your mother's dachsund.
I met Grant Wilson from the TV show Ghosthunters at DragonCon this year. He had some interesting stories to tell. There's a 6 part video from his DragonCon panel on YouTube that's fun to watch and very interesting.
Hi Elissa - I'm so glad you stopped by!
Folks, I've managed to talk her into coming back next week as a guest blogger. I hope you'll check in and get to know her a little better.
Janet - We're all glad that voice woke you up! And your grandmother's story is fascinating. Wow.
Darlene - yours is the very best sort of paranormal visitation. I'm so glad she came to put your heart at ease.
Orianna - Diving of any sort is an extra-sensory talent and definitely fits in. Perhaps there was a Fey Water master way back in your family line ;)
I can't say I've ever had anything quite that supernatural happen to me. But I am a firm believer in self enlightenment through astrology. Its scary how accurate it can be.
As for this new book by your friend, I just read the excerpt and it has officially caught my interest. Not sure when I'll have the time to get it and read it though. -sigh-
-Renee
Elissa Wilds book definitely sounds interesting! I'm going to have to keep an eye out for it at the local store.
As for anything supernatural happening to me, the most I've experienced is a phantom touch or moving shadows out of the corner of my eye. Since I was the only one in the room, and all of my pets were on the other side of the house, it definitely stands out as at least a tad odd, although I know it doesn't even begin to compare to a lot of the experiences listed here.
This books sure does look spooky! I can read palms, which people think I am playing a trick on them. But when I begin to tell them secrets only they know, I scare myself and them!
I've had two incidents that I can really remember:
The first was dreaming and it is a long story, but basically the dream was ignored by some of my family and eventually it came true.
My second incident occurred when I was in a huge auto-accident (~200 vehicles, including a number of semi-trucks). After I crashed into a Semi-truck cab (accident had already started and I couldn't avoid it), I just knew that I had to get out of my vehicle. This is, of course, the exact opposite of what the experts tell you, but God was watching out for me.
I started to open my door and God told me not yet, to wait, so I closed the door and just as I did a large SUV slid by less than a foot away from my door--would have hit me.
After maybe a few more minutes, God told me that 'now' was the time, and I got out. I still do not know how I got to the side of the road through all the crashed vehicles, but not long after I got over the guardrail, a double semi-truck tanker hit only a few vehicles behind mine, shoving my vehicle and many others across two lanes of traffic (already full of crashed vehicles) and into the guardrail. There was barely anything left of my vehicles and I was told by all who saw the vehicle and pictures of the scene that I would be dead if I had still been in the vehicle.
Then, even though I didn't have any major visible injuries, one of the paramedics felt there was something very wrong with me and fought to get me to a hospital--I was too out of it to really think about what he was doing. When they got me to the hospital, they found that I had a tear in the blood vessels around my heart--which was causing me heart problems, etc. If the paramedic hadn't caught it that quickly, sent me to the hospital, I could have died from the injury.
So God, through my Guardian Angel no doubt, saved my life three times in that accident.
So yes, I believe in the spiritual real...
WOW! I am so impressed by all the paranormal happenings. What a magickal group of readers you have, Cheryl! I can't wait to see you next week. I'll be blogging about the power of intent and how to use it to manifest great things in your life. I'll even tell how I used the power of intent to land a publishing contract! And I'll be open to any and all questions covering just about any paranormal topic. Name it and I probably know something (if not lots) about it. And if I don't, I can usually point in the right direction for more information. Have a great week! Elissa
No experience I'd be willing to share, but I understand the shivers your experience gave you.
Thanks for the heads up on the new series. (Just what I need - another new series to get hooked on! I can tell what's going to happen now. *grin*) It sounds wonderful. I know you said a November release, but do you know if it's early or late in the month? Obviously, I'm hoping for early.
I'm one of those fortunate or unfortunnate people, depending how you look at it, that has this thing happen. It doesn't happen every week or month thank goodness but it happens enough for me to not be sceptical anymore. I really dont know why it happens but I can accept it better these days. When I was younger if I dreamed of something happening, I'd wake up knowing to expect the exact opposite to happen. When I was 16 it all changed when my grandmother passed over, I had the same dream as both of my great aunts of walking my grandmother across a field to a group of waiting people that I didn't recognise but who my great aunts recognised. My great aunts and I recognised each other though. No one could get through on the telephones even though it was like 7am in the morning and I woke up at about 7.2o. My mother walked in the door twenty mintutes after I woke up and I told her that my grandmother was dead and about my dream. She was stunned but didn't disbelieve because she had spoken to one of my great aunts before she got home and I described the same scene word for word Since that time, if I have a vivid dream, I write it down. I dont really talk to anyone about them because being brought up in the church I was brought up in, this kind of thing is seen as evil. Those closest to me in my family are no longer surprised when I ring them out of the blue and ask them what is wrong. Actually one of my cousins (the one I am closest to) rings me and "turns" himself in before I get a chance to ring him. Some times its a dream but the closer the person is to me the more I can be affected. I can feel their physical symptoms. If it just that they are struggling with an issue, its kind of like a slow burn in my lower left hand side. I use the feeling to pinpoint by going through a list of names in my mind. When the feeling "throbs" I know who to call. One of my friends tells a story about how I told her what was going to happen with her relationship and what her partner was going to say (They weren't in a relationship at this time). I typed it all out in an email to her then went on holidays the next day for 14 days. I thought I was doing it as a joke. When I got back from holidays, I had received an email in return where she told me what I had written to her had come true verbatim. Now at the time, She lived in Santa Barbara CA and her now partner lived in Phoenix AZ and I lived in Australia. Plus where we went on holidays, there was no phone or email or anything She still has those emails and laughingly pushes me for more. I try to avoid any situation in where I might get pushed to make a call because I see it as a huge responsibility. I'd rather my friends and family live their life their way. Obviously, if its some thing really bad, I try to drop hints but I really believe in free will/choice.
I guess what I am getting around to is, I have accepted that this thing is part of me. I cant control it but I can control my reactions. Those closest to me dont push me to get information but if I offer it up they are more than happy to accept it suprisingly even when its bad. I'd rather not have it but then there are worse things I could have lol
A interesting article on your blog. Wlissa Wilds' book cover is phenominal. I, too, believe that a guardian angel is watching over me. Heck, you all know what that's all about. Without my ghostly shadow, I'd be on the other side of the grass by now. So believe, it's for real.
Renee - I hope you enjoy it!
Apatheia - you never know. Could be you had something there :)
Katiebabs - not spooky. Very sexy :) oooh, how cool you're a palmist. I have a Tarot deck i recently bought that seems to be eerily accurate for me thus far, but I'm still a beginner.
Charity - your story sent chills down my spine. Wow. Thank God, indeed.
Mailbeeme - lol, you're welcome! I hope you enjoy!
Bek, you have a true gift. I'm sorry anyone ever made you feel it was evil. I don't believe gifts like these are a curse. Even it something may seem bad at first blush, it's all about how the person applies their ability. (for instance, if someone could foretell death...what they did with that knowledge - ie, befriending the dying alone, helping the ones dying to make amends in their lifet, etc.) could turn a potentially upsetting gift into a blessing. THANK you so much for sharing!
Gwynnie!! So glad you came out. You ARE blessed, hon. In so many ways. But, then, you are a blessing to all those who know you :)
And the winner of Elissa Wild's debut novel, BETWEEN LIGHT AND DARK, is.....
..... Mailbeeme!!!
Drop me a line with your name and mailing address at cheryl@clwilson.com so I can get your book out to you :)
cheers
cheryl
Wow Cheryl you have indeed found a great book. :)I look forward to reading it when it comes out. Thanks for the new author to check out. :)
Congratulations Mailbeem!
I know this is a little late to blog, but I had to add my two cents. The female line in my mom's side of the family all have special gifts. We can all sense spirits, and seem to attract them sometimes. There are more stories in my family that I can mention, but we also have good intuition. I have learned to hone mine for silly little things. For instance, I am a microwave cooking expert. I can almost always sense exactly when my food is perfectly done. Usually, my intuition will tell me to bring strange items with me when I go somewhere. They don't make sense at the time, but by the end of the day I understand. The easiest story to relate is from quite a few years ago. I was getting ready to go to school in the morning and saw a bandaid on my dresser. Something strongly told me to pick it up and take it with me. Now, that seemed like a dumb idea to me at the time so I ignored it. That afternoon I was building a set in the theater when one of the directors cut themselves. There weren't any bandaids anywhere. The first aid kit just had huge gauze pads and thick tape. All we needed was a bandaid. Since then, I have learned to just pick it up- no matter how silly. This happens with events and activities, too. If I get the feeling that I shouldn't stress out about something and the answer is coming- it is. Maybe it's a matter of perspective, but I believe that we all have what I call a psychic doorway. It's just up to us to strengthen the muscle that opens that door. Thanks for listening, and I think I'm going to have to check out this new book suggestion!
When my grandmother was in the hospital at the end of her life, we couldn't do anything but watch her suffer. No IV's would stay in; her veins broke, so we had to watch her dehydrate and wither slowly. The last week of her life, the family began to pray for her suffering to end. Just watching it was torture, and I know it was worse for my grandmother.
One morning, when I was at a stage of being not quite awake, but not truly asleep, I dreamed very vividly of my grandfather who had died a few years earlier. We were in an airport. I was traveling with my mother in one direction, and my grandfather walked up to my side from behind and walked with me a short way. He didn't speak or touch me, just kept me company for a few moments. I felt his love and a true connection as if we were really visiting after a long absence. He hurried off to another terminal in the airport, and as I watched him, I noticed he had a stack of train cases bungee corded together on a personal, wheeled travel cart. I said to my mother, "Look! Those are Grandma's cases. He's going to get Grandma." As soon as my dream self said that, I snapped awake fully. A little over 24 hours later my grandmother quietly slipped away. I don't usually remember my dreams, especially not so vividly. When one sticks with me that way, I know it's a message.
I have heard a lot of strange things in my grandpa's house. Like foot steps that stop in front of the pull out bed that we slept on when visiting but know one was there, baby crying when in the house alone, playing a old wind up record player that would play a certain song and start playing at odd times , that seemed to unlock or open or break just as grandpa would come in and we got in trouble for doing things we was Innocent of. If ever had the chance of visiting that house again wouldn't do it, would rather go to the mall and I hate going to the mall.
Runs too in my family to have dreams or insight when something bad is going happen. Have for seen my little brother get kicked in the nose minutes before it happened and all the girls in the family had dreams the night before she died. Really scary when they come to tell you, mom is dead and you tell them first (4 months before turning 16) Something I hope my kids never have to go through until i am old. It is nice to know when something is going to happen and sometimes prevent it, but hard when you see it happen and loose a person you love.
My dad passed away in 1994 and there have been so many times since then that he has told me what I should do. Whenever I need his advice I just get in a quiet place and think "what would Dad say" and the answer always comes to me! And, surprisingly, the answers are always right.
My husband had a heart attack about six years ago. His heart stopped, and he was no longer breathing for about 2-3 minutes. I happened to be 8 months pregnant with our youngest daughter....not a good time.
After he recovered, it didn't take long to realize that the few "small abilities" that he had inherited from his Grandmother (you couldn't surprise the woman to save your life...she ALWAYS knew beforehand you were coming), had turned into full blown Edgar Casey!
He could not only "see" things (like a movie that only has about every 8th frame), he could "hear" things, and often didn't know whether the person that he saw walking beside the road was a living, breathing person, or a ghost.
He has sworn the entire family to secrecy, as he is the "great white hunter" type, and here in middle America, he would be branded a complete fruit-cake if anyone found out.
I personally thinks it's the coolest thing, and have encouraged him by purchasing multiple sets of Tarot cards, which he used at first, and now he can just hold a person's hands and do readings.
My favorite are past life readings. They are really cool, and we've researched information that he received. One was a past life reading for my niece, and after giving full name, rank in the military, date of a battle, it was so easy to verify that this person had really existed.
It's pretty cool all in all, but let me tell ya, there are no shopping trips that I hide from him anymore, wouldn't be much point.
:)
I will help keep this post alive. I just reached an internet connection again after two weeks without. But it means I am one step closer to home. :)
I will definitely be adding Elissa's debut novel to my list of things to read when I get home.
I have always had foretelling dreams and feelings. The most notable one though is the morning I was driving to school and tipped my Bronco II over when I hit a patch of ice. Afterwards my mom and I were talking and were surprised to find out that both of us had had bad feelings about my going to school that day, but as she left before I got up, she didn't think anything of it, and as I was still in high school I had to have parental permission to skip school so I went on my way. I was not injured, and there was only minor damage to my Bronco, but ever since my mom and I have listened more intently to those gut instincts we share.
When I was in fourth grade, I had to have a operration to reset the bones in my elbow. I was terrified; I was so scared that I thought I was going to be sick when we got to the hospital. When I was comeing out of the anestics, I was cold scaried,and not able to see well. But, I was able to make out four shapes. Two were my parents and one was my doctor, but when I later asked my parents who the fourth person was, they told me than no one else had been there. I believe that my angel was watching over me that day.
My second year in college, I was trying to reach my mom on the phone to wish her Happy Birthday. I tried many times right up until midnight before I gave up and decided she must be "partying the night away". The next morning, I awoke with and overwhelming need to talk to her, so I called her at the office and wished her a Happy Belated and found out she had been at a friend's house the night before.
At about 4pm that afternoon, my dad called me. At that time, he never called me b/c he couldn't remember the number. He told me that when he and mom were on their way back to the office, they were broadsided by a boat of a car that ran a redlight at 65 mph. They were okay, but he was banged up and mom's collarbone was practically shattered.
Later that night, my older sis called me to offer me a ride to see the folks (I didn't have a car at school). She said that she had been trying to get in touch with mom for 2 days before the accident b/c she had a bad dream the night before mom's bday that they were in a bad car accident and one of them was badly hurt. As she was describing her dream, I realized that I had the same dream a full night later and the night before the accident. Totally flipped us out, but our folkshave requested that we notify them of future "notices".
On a good note, the folks completely recovered.
My father was a Viet Nam veteran and had a lot of emotional problems. My home life as a child was tramatic. My father eventually was able to find a phsychologist that could help him when I was 17 years old. Unfortunately, by that time, the damage was alread done. Our relationship was strained for most of my adult life.
In 2000 he became ill with kidney failure and some other ailments. He was in and out of the hospital frequently through out the year. We had to put him in the hospital again over the Thanksgiving Holiday in 2001.
By this time he and I had started to repair our relationship. I made a point to go by and visit him every day before going to my second job as a receptionist. Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, I went to see him before work like I normally did. As I was preparing to leave work, a thought occured to me that I should call him at the hospital.
I had this kind of argument with myself that I would be home soon and would call him from home. My inner voice just kept saying, no you should really call him now. So I did call him before I left work. We had a short conversation. At the end I said, I love you, daddy. He said I love you too.
I can't remember the last time I had told him that I loved him. Our relationship had been so strained strained for so many years. But that day it just came out of my mouth.
I lived about 10 minutes away. By the time I walked in my door my phone was ringing. My mother was calling. My father had had a heart attack and was being flown to a larger hospital in the city.
He lived 3 more days, but wasn't able to talk because of all the of tubes in his mouth.
I am so glad that I listened to that little voice in my head. Because I have the comfort of know that the last thing I said to my father when we talked was "I love you, daddy."
Oh, Cathy, getting tears reading your post. Thank you so much for sharing this, and I'm very glad you listened to that voice in your head, and very glad the last words you shared with your father were such healing words.
Cheryl
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