Recently, I had a completely new experience communicating with a deceased family member. This was not something I sought out or expected, but once I realized what was happening, I wholeheartedly embraced it. I want to share it with you in the hope that you may also have the opportunity to experience something similar.
Both of my deceased parents communicate with me frequently. I notice the most communication from them when I’m going through an emotionally charged situation, when I’m sad, or when I feel powerless. They send me sensations of reassurance and, clairaudiently, offer insight into whatever I’m facing. Their guidance helps me resolve things more quickly.
I also communicate with them in my dreams at least once or twice a week. I love how close they’ve stayed with me. Before they died, we even spoke about staying connected so they’d know they were welcome to “hang out” and communicate.
But the night this experience happened was different. I was settling into my recliner, ready to turn on some Netflix. The day had gone well, I wasn’t in any distress, and I felt completely relaxed.
Then my father came to me with a knock on my metaphorical door. I acknowledged his presence and paused what I was doing to see what he wanted to share.
He said, “Do you remember when you were little and you kids would ask me to bring home fast food so you didn’t have to eat your mother’s cooking?”
I responded, “Yes, of course. We really appreciated that you saved us from Mom’s experiments in the kitchen and accommodated us by getting whatever we wanted.” I smiled internally.
He said, “Well, I wanted you to know that I regret doing that. I regret bringing you fast food because, although it was expedient, it wasn’t healthy. That habit contributed to some of the health problems you have today.”
I sat with that for a moment. He seemed sad. What was a happy memory for me was something he now felt remorse about.
I said, “Yeah, as an adult now, I can see how maybe that wasn’t the best way to feed us. But we didn’t know as much about nutrition back then. I certainly don’t blame you for anything happening to me today.”
He said, “I know you don’t, and I appreciate that, but I just wanted to acknowledge that I can now see a clear path between those fast-food meals and the condition of your body.”
I said, “I understand. Please don’t beat yourself up over it, though.”
He said, “It’s not really about that. I just wanted you to know.”
I gave him an internal hug. “All good, Dad.”
He said, “If you have time, there’s more I want to share with you.”
I said, “Absolutely, of course. Please do.”
For the next 30 minutes or so my father went through a sort of parental life review with me. He brought up habits and situations he’d engaged in with us, his children, that he could now see from a new perspective.
Some of the insights he shared broke my heart; others were incredibly uplifting. I began asking him about things I had always wondered about. “How did you feel coming home from a long day at work and having to do your own laundry because Mom wasn’t exactly great at household chores?”
He said, “I knew what she was like when I married her and accepted that she wouldn’t be the best housewife. But she brought me so much joy and laughter, and she was an amazing mother. It was more important to me that she spend time with you kids than clean the house. Plus, when I was a bachelor, I got really good at taking care of myself, and it wasn’t a big deal to do those things at home.”
I said, “I was always mad at Mom for not doing more to make your life easier since you worked so hard.”
He said, “No, she made me a very happy man, and I wasn’t bothered by the household chores.”
His admission allowed me to release the resentment I’d carried about my mom not helping out more with the house. It also helped me appreciate how wonderful it was to have a mom who was totally devoted to us. She was always available emotionally and physically, and she made our childhood fun and secure. I could also see that she made my father’s life more joyful and emotionally secure.
By the time our conversation was done, I realized what a gift it had been to achieve this level of understanding about my father’s life. I am incredibly blessed to be able to communicate with the other side, and with my parents in particular.
If your parents are still alive, I encourage you to sit down with them and have a conversation like this before they’re gone. It’s certainly easier than having it after they pass—or waiting until you cross over and go through your own life review.
