Today is Father’s Day. I intended to write a blog about a completely different topic until I came across the following story I published the weekend after my dad passed in 2016.
I love the idea that if we cultivate an open mind and pay close attention to our surroundings, we might see evidence of life orchestrating energy in miraculous ways.
Here’s the story…
It’s Saturday morning and I’m sitting in my hotel room getting ready for the second day of our Speak, Write, & Promote workshop. We have a wonderful group of people and I’m grateful to have their loving support as I teach while dealing with grief.
This morning I’m feeling a bit more at peace.
Yesterday, before the workshop, I decided to get my hair done. As I walked through a busy shopping mall here in downtown Boston heading for the salon, I gazed at all the people milling about. Just before reaching the salon, a young African American man with crystal blue eyes walked into my path.
He stood before me; his face not more than two feet from mine, and said, “hello.” Then he turned and walked away.
He was beautiful.
My dad had crystal blue eyes.
I entered the salon as if in a trance and waited at the receptionist counter to be checked in. A wave of sadness hit and I closed my eyes to compose myself.
I’ll miss seeing my dad’s eyes, I thought to myself.
When I opened mine, I noticed an elderly woman on the other side of the counter paying her bill. As she put her wallet away, she looked up at me and winked. Then she walked out of the salon.
A strange calm came over me.
I’ve always believed that the soul lives on after the physical body is gone, but in the throes of loss, sadness washes away everything we think we know.
Until the soul reminds us.
Was my dad’s consciousness using this woman’s body to wink at me? Did the young man with crystal blue eyes agree to say hello on my father’s behalf?
What if we’re all connected in astounding ways that we can’t fully understand while in human form?
These are just some of the questions I’ve been asking as I settle into the reality that my dad is gone.
While I may never know for sure that life goes on after we die, I do know this: I left the salon feeling a bit lighter and more hopeful.
And I have no doubt that’s exactly what my father would want.
Happy Father’s Day!
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