My Dad, the Eagle, and the Summer Solstice

It was one year ago today that my dad passed into the heavens. He was an independent man; loved by so many. He kept his feelings to himself. He was quite stoic even until the end of his days.

I feel that in part, his soul chose to leave the earth on this auspicious day last year, when my siblings and cousins and I were all traveling to other parts of the country.

He was called home on this day of great light when none of us were there to weep over him. He passed in peace.

I had just gotten off a plane in Alaska when I got the news. The very next day I saw an eagle sitting in the tree, seemingly waiting for me. I could feel my dad’s spirit telling me everything was OK and to enjoy my time. There was no reason to fly back to Illinois, for he was now in the heavens.

My dad was Catholic and went to church with my mom and our family. He sent us to Catholic Schools but never forced his beliefs on us.

He loved dogs, golf and fishing.

He was quiet about his beliefs amd rarely shared what he held in his heart.

When I felt him in Alaska, I knew that day that my dad knew much more than he had ever shared. Maybe he was/is some kind of Mystic?

He now comes to me in my meditations, and is helping me learn to channel.

He feels like him, but more joyous, lighter. I can feel his smile and laugh. He also gives me memories no one else would know.

He told me the other day that when he sat at the kitchen table watching the river, he felt whole. He called it home. I never knew that!

I told him Happy Father’s Day last Sunday. When I asked him to tell God Happy Father’s Day, he said, in his laughing voice,

“You can tell him yourself, he’s right here!”

That is something my dad would say.

I love you dad. Talk to you tomorrow.