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Happy New Year, my friends! To start the year, I have a very special story to share with you – one of deep love, inspiration, and enlightenment that I’m certain you’ll enjoy.

Sally’s Story


My dear friend, Sally.

In early November, my college friend Sally kept popping into my head. We hadn’t checked in with each other for a while, so I wrote a quick “How are you?” email. To my surprise,  Sally responded with an extraordinary story of Spirit communication! And the wonderful news is that she has generously agreed to let me share it with you.

Sally has had one of those years. You know what I mean: when the Universe throws everything at you all at once. Sink or swim in the deep end of life. But just as the Universe takes away, it inevitably gives back in unexpected ways, often accompanied by the realization that all is as it’s meant to be.

Here is Sally’s incredible story that lies at the intersection of love and faith.

The Pact

Last winter, Sally moved in with her elderly mother, Donna. At 81, Donna was becoming increasingly frail and needed some loving assistance. The blessing in this arrangement was that for the first time in decades, Sally


Sally’s mother, Donna

and her mother were able to spend leisurely evenings and weekends together, exploring all manner of topics in a way they had never done before. One evening, the conversation moved to the topic of “what happens after we die.”

Mother and daughter decided to make a pact: whoever died first would try to communicate across the veil to the other. Sally and Donna didn’t go so far as to set up a code word or even a specific means of communication; they just decided they would try, because they believed it was possible.

Donna passes into Spirit

In March, Donna took a fall that put her in the hospital. It was a fall from which she would not recover, and Sally’s mother passed unexpectedly, yet peacefully into Spirit. Donna had  often said over recent years that she was happy to go on to the realm of Spirit, that she was ready. For Sally and her siblings however, it wasn’t so easy.  The experience of losing one’s mother can leave one feeling like a ship without anchor on wind-tossed seas, but one miraculous event in the midst of Sally’s grief gave her strength she didn’t know she had.

Breaking through the Veil

It was 10 days after Donna’s passing, and two weeks before a larger memorial service was to be held. Sally got into bed that night, leaving her laptop within reach. Normally, the laptop spent the night on the dresser, but this was no normal night.

In the wee hours of the morning, Sally was woken by her mother’s voice, “Wake up, Sally! Wake up! Sally, wake up!” The voice got louder and stock-footage-hands-typing-on-a-laptop-keyboardlouder until it pulled Sally out of a deep slumber. At the urging of her mother, Sally felt compelled to turn on her laptop.  She opened a blank document and just started typing and then her mother took over. The words flowed rapidly through Sally’s fingers and onto the page. The awaited contact!

Now, if this were to happen to me, a trained medium, you might think it wasn’t anything particularly out of the ordinary. But Sally is no “traditional” medium. In fact, despite being a good friend of mine for over 30 years, Sally wasn’t yet to the point of feeling comfortable sitting for a reading with me. I just waited for the day she might be. And never did I imagine, and certainly nor did she, that Sally would be her own medium!

Below is the dialogue that ensued between Sally and her mother, Donna (in Spirit) on Sally’s computer. Ellipses (…) represent comments personal to Sally that I removed.

April 2, 2015 – 3:18am 

Sally: OK, here’s some weird stuff. I feel like Mom is channeling through this computer to me. I feel like she is keeping me from falling asleep. She is trying to tell me…

Mom: I love you all so much. I know you did your best for me. I tried to do my best for every one of you, but I had to go. Take care of Tom (Sally’s brother). … You and I said that we would try to contact each other once I was dead, so this is what I’m trying to do. I am happy. My soul is happy, but I’m trying to do what I can for all of you. Just take care of Tom. You will know how to do it when you have a question, because I will speak to your soul. I love you all.

Sally: What else can I do mom? What should I do?

Mom: Know that I am watching you, all of you. Don’t fight. Keep everyone together. Know that I am here. I love all the grandkids, every one of them the same. Help them all, trust your instincts.

Sally: Mom, help me give you the best eulogy I can.

Mom: I will and you can do it well. You can be a writer if you really want to be. I am with you. I will help you.

Sally: What was it like to die?

Mom It was weird. I went on a journey through a tunnel. I am on The Other Side but I can try to communicate with you once in a while, if you are hearing me. And you are hearing me, Sally. Sally, you wanted me to try and communicate with you, so I am.

I am excited to go to the next step. It is so great not to hurt anymore. I hurt more than I told any of you I did. 

I am not your mother anymore. It is wonderful here. It is wonderful where I am going. I’m still not all there yet.

Sally: Can I go to sleep now? What else do you want to say?

Mom: Just that you should do your best by everyone. Don’t forget. Now go to sleep.

Did you just say, “Wow”? Because that’s what I said when I read it. It’s a fabulously clear communication filled with love — and it provides us a rare insight into what happens to a Loved One after so-called death.

There are many lines of communication from Donna that support, in surprisingly candid terms, much of my own work as a medium and Life-Between-Lives hypnotherapist, reaffirming the work of Dr. Michael Newton, as shared in my favorite metaphysical book, Destiny of Souls.

So, let’s break this conversation down a little bit, and see what Donna is really saying.

On Spirit Communications

“You and I said that we would try to contact each other once I was dead, so this is what I’m trying to do.”

“You will know how to do it when you have a question, because I will speak to your soul.”

“I am on The Other Side but I can try to communicate with you once in a while, if you are hearing me. And you are hearing me, Sally.”

Contrary to the premise of the once popular TV show, Ghost Whisperer, where Spirits finally cross over to The Other Side never to be heard from again, this message from Donna makes clear that our Loved Ones in Spirit are as near as we need them to be, for as long as we need them to be. In truth, our Loved Ones speak to us often in response to our needs or prayers. All we have to do is to find the quiet within and listen when they speak to our souls.

Did you notice the time? 3:18am. Spirit is most active between 2am and 4am,when the ambient noise and Earth energy is at a low, so it’s not surprising that Donna chose this time to communicate. Meditating in quiet and calm nature settings may also bring you the same ease of communication.

On Spirit Presence

Know that I am watching you, all of you…Know that I am here.”

When we call on our Loved Ones, when we grieve them or just think of them, they are immediately at our sides with love and support for all we do.  Have you ever experienced the sudden shift in emotion when you think of a Loved One? One moment you’re fine, and the next you’re crying, and you say to yourself, “Where did that come from?” It’s the energy of pure love that those in Spirit share with you when they are close – it opens and softens our hearts, and tears often follow.

Now, there is what mediums refer to as a “black-out” period, which extends somewhere between 2 weeks after one’s passing to as long as 6 months, when the Spirit is less communicative. Why? Because they are busy reintegrating their current life soul-energy into the whole of their soul, and moving through life review and reflection with their Spirit Guides and counselors. Don’t be dismayed; he or she will be back and around as soon as their own energy is whole and healed again. When they come back, however, they will be communicating with you from the a much higher perspective, and undoubtedly with greater knowledge of your soul’s goals in this lifetime. The personality may persist, but the level of spiritual awareness and light energy is significantly heightened.

On Spirit Support

“You can be a writer if you really want to be. I am with you. I will help you.”

All we need to do is ask for our Loved Ones to help us, and to be very specific with our requests. They happily volunteer their time and work in tandem with our band of Spirit Guides for our benefit. All those synchronicities that happen to you…give thanks and gratitude to your Loved Ones and Spirit Guides for lighting your way!

On the Process of Passing into Spirit

“It was weird. I went on a journey through a tunnel. I am on The Other Side… I am excited to go to the next step. It is so great not to hurt anymore.

Donna, as all souls, went through the tunnel of light to The Other Side. The next step she refers to is the reintegration of her current life energy and personality with her Oversoul or Higher Self, the greater part of her energy body that always resides in the realm of Spirit.


Donna holds Sally in this 1962 family photo. Sister Sue and their father hold baby Tom.


She comments on the physical pain being gone, now that she’s out of the body, which served as the vehicle for her Spirit while on Earth. Donna chose the family she would be born into, her husband, her children – all prior to this life. They would provide her the opportunities she sought for spiritual growth.

On Soul Re-integration

“I am not your mother anymore. It is wonderful here. It is wonderful where I am going. I’m still not all there yet.”

I was especially excited to see this concept shared by Donna. It’s another reference to Donna reintegrating with her Oversoul – the larger and complete soul that recalls all lifetimes lived, including time lived on The Other Side. Since it had been several weeks since Donna passed, she was already mid-process and therefore cognizant of this fact as she speaks to Sally. Donna clarifies that she “is still not all there yet” meaning, the re-integration is not yet complete, but she shares with Sally that it’s a wonderful process and place to be.



Donna would be known on The Other Side by her soul name. That said, the love she feels for Sally and her other children in this lifetime does not reduce, but rather grows as she goes through her transition. Mostly likely, Donna and Sally lived many lifetimes together, and have loved each other through their various roles, relationships and experiences. We don’t choose our family members lightly prior to birth;  there’s history and deep abiding love developed for other souls through millenia. We enter into Sacred Contracts with these souls to play various roles in our Earthly lives, roles that help each member learn and grow spiritually. Donna is now again privy to all this hidden knowledge.

Donna’s State of Being

Just look at the various adjectives Donna uses to describe her current experience of transition: happy, excited, wonderful, great.

Joyful, indeed! 

Sally’s State of Being

I asked Sally if she remembered typing the document. She replied, “I remember opening a blank Word doc, then started typing. I only remember writing the first entry, then I was suddenly SO tired. I do recall typing, ‘Can I go to sleep now?’ Then I closed the computer and fell into a really deep sleep. Not until I opened my computer the next day, did I remember I’d had this experience. Usually I have my computer on the dresser, but that night I had it on the floor before I went to bed.”

Best guess? Donna had a hand in guiding Sally’s decisions before bed and keeping the computer nearby — all so that Sally would stay in a semi-conscious state while typing. The simple action of Sally getting out of bed to get her computer from the dresser could have brought her too close to full conscious awakening and thereby less effective as a Spirit channel.

“It was the only thing that kept me going.”

In the initial email from Sally, she spoke of the role her mother’s communication played in her own healing process:

I would read the message over and over. It was the only thing that kept me going. I don’t even know why it kept me going, but it did.

Sally keeps a copy of the channeled dialog with her mother on her phone and pulls it up whenever she needs a little  extra dose of the strength and inner peace it brings. Works every time.

There haven’t been any more late-night chats with Donna, but I won’t be too surprised to hear from Sally that Donna has come through again. When I was home for a family Christmas last month, Sally and I finally sat for a reading. In the reading, Donna came through and offered some suggestions on various means of more conscious communication. I’ll let Sally share any updates in the comments section below.


Sally and Donna

Granddog Rainy knew…

On the last day that Rainy, the granddog, would see Donna, he refused to leave Donna’s side. And much to the amusement of all, he insisted on sitting very close to her on the sofa, protecting her. Did he know Donna was headed for a fall? Perhaps. Our animals have a second sight that goes beyond the average human, and Rainy is clearly no exception.


In closing

Despite the “sink or swim” string of events of early 2015 (of which Donna’s passing was just one), I am happy to report that Sally has swum to shore and has found firm footing once again.

Sally, thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing your story with me and my friends around the globe. It is filled with love and hope and strength for us all. And it reminds us that there is no death, only a transition to a “wonderful” place, where our lives continue with great purpose.

Love and light to you all, my friends~








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Hello my friends!

Last week, I promised to tell you a little bit about the increasing frequency of Spirit phenomenon I’ve been experiencing here at my new home on an icy lake in Minnesota. There’s a lot of open space in the area—the large lake of course, farm lands, forests and forest animals. A small fraction of the area is populated actually—all lending itself to a lovely balance of natural  energy and the perfect setting for Spirit connections.

There’s been so much activity, I’ve had to start a list so I don’t forget anything. And rather than try to tell each story in one post, I’ll be rolling out the stories over the next few weeks, like a series, so I hope you enjoy them. First up….the mystery of the porch glider.

Who’s out there?

Porch glider

Porch glider

A few Sundays ago, I was on the phone catching up with Sally, an old college friend. It was a beautiful winter’s day, and while we talked, I was warming myself in the sun near a sliding glass door.  On the other side of this door was a small balcony and a bench glider. Hmm…key words there might be “the other side.” But I digress. So, just as I was telling Sally about some exciting plans I have for the next year, the glider started moving back and forth. I looked around to see if there was wind enough to make it move, but the day was calm. I finally stopped mid-sentence and told Sally what was happening. Sally’s response was, “Well, someone in Spirit must be saying ‘Yes, your plans are a good thing.'” No doubt that was the case, but I didn’t try to connect with Spirit to see who it might be, as I wanted to stay focused on our conversation. The rocking continued off and on for another few minutes, then stopped. We finished our call shortly thereafter, and I headed into Alexandria with my sister, Connie, for a late lunch, completely forgetting about the moving glider.

During lunch, Connie and I were recounting the time our sister Laura just popped in (as Spirit) when we were having brunch with my friend and fellow medium, Adrienne, shortly before we left Massachusetts. Adrienne brought us an encouraging message from Laura about the transitions that both I and Connie were facing. It was the last other-validated communication we’d had from her.

The very next morning, I received an unexpected call from Nancy Strickland, my mediumship teacher and mentor back in the Boston area. She had called to tell me that during her mediumship development circle on Sunday afternoon (the day before), she heard a Spirit say, “Laura!” Nancy knew right away that it was my sister because she recognized Laura’s distinctly husky voice. Laura had participated in several circles at Nancy’s home while visiting me in Boston, so they knew each other. “There was nothing further – just her name,” said Nancy. “So I thought I’d call you and see if there was any particular reason she might be coming through.” [For those new to my blog, my sister, Laura, passed into Spirit in July 2011. You can read a little bit about her and her facility with Spirit communication in an earlier post.]


Laura, Connie, and me

Sisters Forever: Laura, Connie, and me

Now, here’s where it gets interesting. Nancy’s circle began about 30 minutes after the moving porch glider, and we figured out that Laura’s self-identification with Nancy occurred right about the time Connie and I were talking about Laura over lunch. Clearly, Laura wanted us to know that it was her on the porch glider, that she was equally excited about my plans, and that even though we don’t “see” her, she’s still hanging out with us, tracking our progress through the paces of our lives.  Connnie and I speak often of Laura and our other family members in Spirit, and it was quite a treat to have Laura’s presence validated by Nancy. A wonderful way to start the week!

If you’ve enjoyed this story, read Marbles from Merle, my brother or The Story of Susie, my other sister in Spirit. “Hi Honey!”, the story of my mother in Spirit communicating with my father, here on the Earth plane is also a favorite. Yes, I have a rather active Spirit family!

Have you had any experiences like this one? If so, please feel free to share it in the comments below. I’m always amazed at  and comforted by all the creative ways that our Loved Ones in Spirit make themselves known.

In love and light,

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Greetings my friends,

I have often said that Spirit is around us more when we are in states of change and/or in need of guidance along our paths. Spirit hears our questions and our pleas, and will do all they can to help us—assuming that

Which path?

Which path?

what we are asking for is in our highest good and in [reasonable] alignment with the life plan we set in motion upon birth into this lifetime. Why do I say “reasonable”? Because we do have Free Will and may exercise it at any time. Sometimes we simply take a roundabout way to get to where we are going, and Spirit understands that. That said, if our fears are consistently driving us off track, Spirit will step in and help guide us through a variety of means.

At present, some pretty big decisions are ahead of me, and I’ve been uncertain about which path or paths to choose. Through the past few months, I’ve appealed to Spirit in my prayers at night.  I’ve spoken to them while commuting to work in the morning. I mutter to them throughout the day, whenever I get a moment to reflect (and no one is around to label me crazy. Uh hem!)  The result? Well…some pretty interesting things have been happening to tell me they are not only hearing me, but are fully participating in my decision-making process. It’s not often these things happen to me, so it’s fun to share.

foam bolster

“My bolster!? How did that get here?”

The case of the moving bolster: Last Wednesday, in the wee hours of the morning, I got up from my bed to get a drink of water. When I returned, something long and dark was lying right where I had been lying minutes before. It was too dark to distinguish it, but (oddly) I wasn’t afraid of it, either. I reached out and touched it, and immediately identified the three-foot long foam bolster that had been leaning against my headboard before I left the room.  My reaction, of course, was to mumble, “My bolster!? How did that get here?” There was no one else in the room, and the bolster is simply too large for my cat Jack to pull it around. It was then that I realized that it had to be Spirit, but I didn’t understand the point of it and was too tired to figure it out, so I just moved it out of the way, crawled back into bed and promptly fell asleep.

I reflected on this curious event over the next few days, and then it hit me. Bolster! They were communicating the verb form, not the noun, as in Spirit is bolstering my energy, self-confidence, determination–whatever it is that I need to make the right decisions. It’s the same way Spirit communicates with me mediumistically: objects or symbols are often used to lead me to a related meaning. Remember my story of the young boy in Spirit who came through all dressed up like a Leprechaun? He was prompting me to say “St. Patrick’s Day” because his name was…you guessed it…Patrick!  Well, this little prank was just another example of creative “Spirit speak.”

Merle's brown shoesThe man in the brown shoes. A few nights after the bolster incident, I woke up again in the middle of the night, and padded to the bathroom and back. As I was just settling back into bed and about to close my eyes, I saw a (Spirit) man from the knees down about a foot away from my bed. He was wearing brown shoes and brown slacks. I knew without a doubt it was my brother, Merle, and in my sleepy state, all I could say was, “Oh hi, Merle…” I felt happy and comforted by his presence, but too tired to engage further, so I closed my eyes and fell back to sleep. For those of you new to my blog, my brother Merle died in a motorcycle accident in 1971 at the age of 14. He was older than me by a year, and has been my guide and protector my entire life, first on the Earth Plane and since his passing, from The Other Side.

So why did Merle make himself known in such a way? To tell me that he

My brother, Merle

My brother, Merle

hears me, that he is beside me, helping me, offering his energy in my decision-making process. But why just his feet, you ask? Good question. I wondered the same. I believe the message is also one of “grounding.” To ground oneself is to calm the mind, to breathe, to even out one’s emotions, to remember again what is true for oneself. I was feeling stressed and unable to think clearly about my direction; I needed to find my ground again.

You see, in recent weeks, I had been passively moving down a path that my fearful mind was allowing, but my intuitive self was railing against. I was doing so mostly because a better path had not revealed itself, and I was letting my (financial) fears get the best of me. Sound familiar? Finally however, the voice inside saying, “Don’t do it,” got so loud that I’m pretty sure there was an entire Spirit chorus chiming in. So, I got off the path. Within minutes of communicating my decision to the relevant person, I knew it was the right move. A burden was lifted, my stomach relaxed, my body felt lighter, my heart happier. It was that simple.

Fear of the unknown is a tremendous motivator to take a false turn, to make an unhealthy decision, to remove yourself from your true life path. I know this, and yet, I still needed Spirit’s help, for fear is a crazy-powerful thing. And when you pursue a path out of fear, rather than because it’s the right one, you feel stuff. You know what I’m talking about, right? The knot in your belly? The spinning thoughts? The rising anxiety? Racing heart? All of these sensations are Spirit and your own Higher Self communicating with you—demanding your attention and encouraging you to rethink, and change direction. If it doesn’t feel right, it isn’t right. Start over.

So, the very next day…a new path with exciting potential was revealed to me in the most unexpected of ways, in an impromptu meeting and from the most unexpected source.  I am reminded that if I open myself to the unknown without fear and simply trust the Universe, the positive energy generated from being true to myself draws directly to me what I need at that point in time. Yes, it’s really that simple…but sometimes, oh, so hard to do!

So the message here, my friends, is that when we ask for help from God, the Universe, the Angels, Spirit—whomever you pray or appeal to—they will work through us to amplify the thoughts or sensations that drive us to course correct if we stray too far. And if you need extra special encouragement, Spirit will send messages through moving bolsters and Spirit visits— assuming such a thing won’t freak you out. Spirit can be very subtle as well, and work with you so seamlessly that you might not even be aware of it until you look back at all the coincidences and synchronicities that simply can’t be explained any other way!

An open heart and an open mind, and a little help from my loved ones in Spirit is a powerful formula for happiness, and for manifesting the life I’m meant to live. If you need help hearing Spirit, or understanding their messages, consider a Loved Ones and Guides reading with me. Spirit always has a lot to say; perhaps now is a good time to listen. See Services and Fees. to begin the scheduling process.

Do you have a story of a Spirit visit or physical phenomenon to share? How did it help you? Please use the comments below to tell your story!

~With love and light,
Renee Buck

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Today is Valentine’s Day—the day in which millions of people around the world celebrate love in all its glorious forms. My story today is about a romantic love that flourished through almost 60 years of marriage and the raising of a large family. It was a love so powerful that it conquered death; a love so true that it proved to a strident disbeliever that love does go on. This, my friends, is the story of the love between my mother Elva, and her husband—my father—Dennis.

My mother, Elva.

Mom on Valentine’s Day 1993

It was the fall of 2007, a few months after my mother had passed into Spirit, when she apparently decided it was high time to visit my father—then bedridden and severely depressed, suffering a slow death of his own from emphysema. It was a difficult time for all of us, learning to come to terms with the passing of the woman who was our sun—the center of our familial universe. But for my father, it was particularly trying, for when his beloved Elva died, his love of life passed with her.

Dad’s greatest fear was that his Elva was lost to him forever. Unlike my mother, whose faith in God and belief in the afterlife was unshakable, Dad openly questioned whether there was such a thing as life after death. And for years, he wasn’t just disbelieving of Spirit communication, he was adamantly opposed to the idea of it. During the years I was developing as a Medium, I would regularly call home and share with him and my mother my amazing journey, and what I was learning about life on The Other Side. Dad’s reaction was often to hang up the phone on me, leaving my mother and I to recover from the obvious “click” of his receiver, and to continue our conversation. There was a time when my father stopped speaking to me altogether in protest of my continued exploration of Spirit communication. I felt sad that this amazing new experience was going unshared with him—especially since his own mother (my paternal grandmother), Irene, was very actively communicating through other mediums to me and my family. And

Christmas 1964

Christmas 1964

of course, his two children, Susan and Merle, who’d been in Spirit for decades, came through regularly with highly evidential messages filled with love, healing, and support for him. Why wouldn’t he want to hear these messages, I wondered. Maybe one day, I told myself, he would come to accept, and to believe, and in doing so, to release his fears of death.

When my mother was alive, I’d call my parents in Minnesota several times a week on my way home from work in Boston. We’d chat for the 45 minutes it took me to get home, covering every topic you can imagine; it was our time to be together. After Mom passed, I continued the tradition with Dad, and found that in my conversations with him, he had softened his position on Spirit communication. He allowed me to share with him messages from Elva received via other Mediums. He didn’t say too much about the messages, but he listened. He seemed more open to the possibility, and I sensed that he wanted to believe.  What was still required for him to really believe, however, is what most people need to believe—a personal experience.

And Mom knew that, too.

I’m going to let my sister, Connie, tell the rest of the story, because she was there, and I love how she tells it.

My sister, Connie.

My sister, Connie

Connie: It was about 10:00am and I was in the kitchen when I heard Dad call out from the bedroom, “Connie! Connie, come here! Connie!”

I ran down the hallway to see what was wrong, because Dad couldn’t move around very easily on his own. He was in bed, leaning up against the headboard, his eyes large and wild.

“Dad! What? What’s wrong? Are you ok?” I said, standing in the doorway to his bedroom.

“Mom!”  he sputtered. “Mom was here!”

“What? Mom? Dad, Mom’s not here. She died, remember?” I thought he was dreaming.

“No!” he insisted and pointed in my direction. “She was right there—just like you are!” His voice shook with emotion. “She…she came in the door and  smiled at me and said, ‘Hi Honey!’ and then she came over to the bed and leaned down and kissed me, and I yelled because she scared me, and then she was gone!” he said, still looking about the room, as if he might find her back again. 

I smiled. So, Mom made an appearance. Great. I went over and sat on the

Elva Buck

Elva Buck

bed with Dad. “I wish she’d appear to me like that, Dad,” I said. He just looked at me, still deeply shaken. “So, what did she look like?” I asked. I could tell Dad wanted to talk about it.

“Well, she was wearing a blue and white striped blouse, and white pants,” he began. “Her hair was all fixed up and she had lipstick on. She looked beautiful,” he smiled wistfully and his eyes became moist.

“That’s how I see her in my dreams, Dad,” I said. “She’s glowing from the inside out, hair and makeup just perfect.”

“Yes, she looked perfect,” he nodded. ”And I could feel her kiss. It scared the heck out of me!” he laughed, now that the shock was wearing off.

“You see, Dad? Spirits can visit us, and communicate with us—like Renee has been saying. Mom’s telling you that she’s alive and will be there for you when it’s your time. There’s nothing to be afraid of, Dad,” I said, hoping my words would comfort. Dad shook his head slowly, trying to let it sink in.

“Well, maybe it was all a dream, but it sure felt real,” he concluded, and lay slowly back against the pillows.

[Thanks, Connie!]

Over the last year of my father’s life, he would smile when we talked about “Mom’s visit.” He wasn’t ready to tell the story himself, but he wanted it told. He wanted to share the joy he felt in knowing his beautiful wife, Elva, wasn’t really gone. He liked to hear us say that she was around him, and would be waiting for him on The Other Side.

Dad became a kinder, gentler man in his final year with us, and I believe it had a lot to do with him relaxing into the inevitable. He’d been ill with emphysema for so many years and by that point had a poor quality of life on most days, struggling to breathe and needing help with the most basic of routines. Dad had lived for so long in fear of leaving Earth for the unknown, in fear of being apart from his Elva, but Mom’s surprising visit on that sunny October morning changed all that.

The following September, his health continuing to fail, Dad made up his mind. He called his family together and said, “That’s it. I’m done here. I’m leaving.”

“Uh…what do you mean, Dad? Where are you going?” asked my brother, Jim.

“It’s time to set up hospice,” Dad said.  “I want to be with my Elva.” He pointed to their 40th wedding anniversary photo on the wall of his bedroom.

Hospice was set up that day, and my father was reunited with our mother the next. It was that simple. Dad left us, secure in, and comforted by his own certainty that Mom would be there to take his hand at the moment of his passing, guiding him toward their continued life on The Other Side.

The last photo of Mom and Dad July 2007

The last photo of Mom and Dad together, July 2007

These days, on my way home from work, I still miss my phone calls with Mom and Dad, but I sense their presence, and see their smiling faces in my mind’s eye, side by side in Spirit. We choose each other in love before our lives on Earth, and we can choose to pass back into Spirit through the comfort of that same vital energy. Yes, true love does go on.

Happy Valentines Day, everyone! As always, if you have a story  of enduring love across the veil, please share in the comments below.

~In Love and Light, Renee  

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