While still living in the hotel, last night we started the process of trying to get rid of as much unwanted stuff and garbage as we could in our house. My lungs have not shaken the massive amount of noxious odors, wood shavings and dust. The industrial cleaners come in soon, but I dare not write when, just in case, they postpone us. Again.
Yesterday, back in the house for four hours, I searched for a little brown wooden dog that had belonged to my dad, named Susie (after my mom.) Finally, in my tiny office, underneath my desk, wrapped in dust and dirt, wood shavings and plaster board filth I found little Susie. Five minutes later I heard “Dance With My Father Again” by Luther Vandross, a song that is like an instant message from my father, in heaven, to me for the last eleven years. I’ve learned to appreciate and accept and love these signs, helped by my friend, Roland Comtois, who channels messages from those who have passed to the living. I haven’t had a sign from my dad since August when, as I drove my son to college for the first time (my husband was having surgery for his Achilles Tendon) I saw the number 3, three times and the letters FBF, three times, my dad’s initials. (My interpretation had been three? 3 what? I soon found out, three months in a hotel, in one room with the whole family and our dog. The last song I heard before I left the house was my favorite song by Adele. The signs were finally all there, dad, in heaven, was telling us we would be going home soon.
We will go back to the broken swing set at the side of our back yard where no one swings anymore or goes down the yellow slide, one child is in college, the other is a senior in high school. We leave the swing set there until we find someone who wants it for their family. It will take many months to find everything we own, scattered underneath beds, in corners, in different rooms, closets and the basement but at least we will be home.
So glad that the end is in sight. Love the story of “Susie” the dog…things like that happen to me often, I know it is our loved ones (your Dad and my Mom) telling us they are nearby. Glad he was there with you.
mo
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PS: how did you get it to snow!
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magic!
Warm wishes, Laurie https://hibernationnow.wordpress.com
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like the snow and the fact you, fingers crossed, are finally going home.
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and i was sure you were going to say you liked “the construction site.”
Warm wishes, Laurie https://hibernationnow.wordpress.com
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yay! Great news! All around!!
I’m so happy for you! What a wonderful Christmas present.
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