By Fran Hafey
I learned some time ago to pay attention to my dreams, especially the ones that stood out or seemed to have a message for me. These are usually dreams I could remember easily or played out more than once. Each one has taught me valuable lessons.
Three months ago I had a powerful dream about snakes. I’ve had snake dreams before and I knew snake medicine can and usually does foretell of big change.
Some dreams are like puzzles, needing to have the pieces or information put together as we remember them or as other signs and pieces come to us, either in more dreams or in messages when we’re awake.
Snake not only came to me in my dreams, but I also received a visit from one in my physical home. I shared this in my June blog entry here called, “Snake Energy.” (I quote: For now, I know I’m going through some big transformations inside and out. Perhaps I’m shedding my old skin and getting a newer, tougher one.)
Snake told me to expect very big changes in my life, ones that would cause huge ripples of changes in my own life and others around me. I thought it may have meant about my health or my husband’s health, or both. I didn’t know then, just how big the changes would be and that they had already begun. So many things are stirring and happening in our lives, behind the scenes, even before we’re aware of them. I think my snake visitor was also trying to tell me just how fast things would happen because he came so soon after my dream. How I reacted to the snake being in my house and that I was alone when he came, are also clues to how life would unfold for me in my near future.
Just two months later and being very mindful of life events occurring around me, my family and I became very concerned about my Earthly Father, my Dad. He became weaker, losing a lot of weight and forgetting people in our family; faces and names. He began asking about loved ones that had already passed on and his energy shifted, being in two realities or realms, at the same time. Sometimes he was with us and other times he was with those on the other side. In May, we had a family gathering, in his honor, to basically say good-bye to the man we once knew. My Mom knew he was fading, maybe she already knew he was dying; she just didn’t know he would be leaving us in this reality so soon.
Dad was admitted into the hospital August twentieth with complications from illnesses he’d had for years, plus pneumonia and a severe bladder infection. The doctors ran tests and more tests and found he had cancer throughout his whole body and bones. Within just a few days Dad was brought home, where he wanted to be. We weren’t sure how long he had, but I suppose he decided he had had enough pain in that body of his and he shifted once more to crossover sooner. Hospice told us they felt he had days to hours. This news certainly got our attention fast, and it brought our world’s all a bit closer and into perspective for the sake of our Dad, who was leaving this world soon and bringing into focus how much our Mom needed all of us to help in this process of letting go of the physical, with love.
My Dad is dying. He is in his home, surrounded by those he loves and all who love him. We share good memories, strive to keep him comfortable, as we all say our good-byes. It won’t be long; his journey is almost done here, as we begin our new one.
As I finish writing, I have been called to my childhood home to be with my immediate family. When I arrived, everyone was busy with something, but someone was always with my Dad. He was not moving anymore, struggling to breathe as his body was letting go. We all gathered around him, showing our love for him and each other. We touched, we cried, we smiled and laughed. The love there in our home was and is, incredible. It was this love that helped my Dad leave this life so peacefully and gently. As he took his last breath, we all were touching him and each other; My Mom never taking her eyes off of him. It was one of the most beautiful experiences I’ve ever had; the most loving moment of my life. We comforted each other, crying but feeling so blessed. We stayed there a long time, together, one in love and now helping our Mother whose husband of sixty six years, sixty seven in less than a month, was now gone from his body, but his spirit never dying, but living within all of us forever.
While we stood holding hands and touching Dad, suddenly the electricity flickered and went out! It was afternoon so we still had light. When the Hospice person arrived, she saw we had no electricity. We told her what happened and she explained how she had seen something like this before and it’s because of his energy and our own, connecting and creating a surge as we all touched Dad and each other to complete the circle of love at his time of passing.
More family members came to say good-bye and comfort my Mom. Some of my family urged my Mom to go to another room as they took my Dad out of the house, for one last time. I stayed for a while, but then something outside caught my eye; the beautiful sunset. My Dad’s last sunset on his family homestead on the hill in Virginia. I started taking pictures; I felt compelled to as I said out loud, “Dad’s last sunset,” and I smiled and felt peace all around me.
I know this was not a good day for my Mom or my family, and my Mom would need our love and help more than ever to get through this. She has strength from God, her family and friends, her church and she talks to Dad a lot and feels comfort in it. In time, I do feel she will realize how beautiful Dad’s passing was and she will know it was such a blessing, one that many are not given.
A long time ago I worked in a hospital helping babies come into this world. I took their pictures and saw the smiles and love of parents and family. I’ve worked in nursing homes and birthing rooms. I’ve seen birth and I’ve seen death. My Dad’s funeral was my first, and it was beautiful. A true “Celebration of Life.” He is missed, but we all smile and remember his words he uttered to us many times in his gruff voice; rough and tough, but with love, he would say as we would part, “Drive fast kid,” which was his great sense of humor and his way of saying, “I love you.” Now he flies fast with the angels.~
Blessings and love, Fran-Mysti-September 29, 2014
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