It’s been a month since my father passed away and frankly I’m not doing so great. I saw a grief counselor with our local Hospice today and I think he is going to guide me through the journey that only I can walk.
But earlier this week I received a gift that still renders me speechless. (For those of you who know me, that’s some feat!)
My sleep patterns are off. I can’t fall asleep until three or four in the morning even with the help of prescription sleeping aids. I usually sleep until eight or nine in the morning, but for the most part, I’m pretty sleep deprived.
Wednesday Hubby was out of town on a business trip. I don’t sleep well when he’s gone anyway, so I’d read, tossed and turned most of the night. When I finally went to sleep it was a deep sleep. The phone woke me around 8 a.m. I don’t even remember who it was or what they wanted.
I’m really bad about checking my voice mail which is a part of the phone system, but something told me to check it that morning. I had one message. It wasn’t anything important so I deleted it midway and hung up. It’s funky the way the system works: sometimes when you hang up before the message is finished the phone rings and the message continues until the end before it allows you to delete it.
So, I deleted the message and promptly the phone rang again. I knew I’d deleted it mid-message and expected it to be same voice mail. Boy, was I in for a surprise! Apparently, the next message in the queue was one left by Daddy several weeks before he died. I knew the message was there and had saved it, so I didn’t think it was a message from the grave, but nevertheless what he said was as applicable that morning as the day he called.
He said, “Hi darlin’. Sorry I couldn’t get to the phone when you called. Just wanted to let you know I’m ok and that I love you. I’ll talk to you later.”
WHEW! What a special gift — a blessing at a time when I needed the connection.
Our higher power works in mysterious ways. Thank you God for this unexpected blessing. I will always cherish it.