Yesterday on Spirit Secrets a show on the Body, Mind and Spirit Network with Featured Blog Talk Radio Host Trudy Thomas I decided to call in and ask a question about my father who passed away in my early 20’s.
You can listen to the entire show at the following link: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/thebodymindandspiritnetwork/2013/05/25/spirit-secrets
Do to the high volume of calls Joshua will be coming back on the show at a later date and will also be appearing in the future on the Living with HOPE Show.
You can listen to my question and Joshua’s reading for me between: 79.09 – 82.06 of the show linked above.
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I have to give Joshua validation for he read me without knowing me, he was able to feel and connect. I gave him no information, just my question, this story isn’t readily available to be found, no one knew I was calling. I never gave my age at the time of my dads passing. It was all spot on. Maybe it doesn’t work for everyone, but it did for me. I hope it does for you also.
My question to Joshua was if he could feel any messages my father might have for me. His feelings were amazing. You can here my voice break on the call or recording. Many of the things Joshua mentioned to me was told to me by my dad on his death bed. And the rest gave me a sense of freedom finally. As you listen you will understand what Joshua meant about my dads chest. The cancer had eaten away a couple of his ribs and the others busted through his posterior chest wall. He was in agonizing pain. He was carried in to a hospital in Chico Ca with part of his body paralyzed and never came out except to be transported to my home where I lived with my husband and 2 daughters of 2.5 years and 3.5 years. I had been married nearly 4 years by then. Our living room looked like a hospital room. Hospital bed, trapeze, hoist, potty chair, you name it it was there. I changed his diapers, cared for him and combed his hair often. He liked his hair combed. He had gone through radiation in the hospital but it was too late, he was inoperable. He came home to me to die. From the day he walked into that hospital to the day I closed his eyes was 5 weeks. So much was un diagnosed. I became his advocate at 22, I fought for his Social Security but he was denied. He received his first check 2 weeks after he passed. It was a hard long fight. I lost twin babies of my own that previous year 1990. I lost my dad September of 1991 to inoperable lung cancer.
I kept a in depth journal of the time I spent caring for my dad and my mom as she came to live with us too. But I was the one who had to be strong and take care of everyone else. I really have not grieved for his loss yet. He was a long haul truck driver most of my life and that’s where I imagine him to be. He’s on the road that’s why he’s not here. I haven’t gone back to those journals too much contained within them, I wrote several times a day, went to hospice and stopped going after a time being. When I closed his eyes I had to had to remove his clenched hands from the hospital bed rails. I criss crossed his arms over his chest and laid him to rest and whispered in his ear how much I loved him and would see him again. It was early in the morning, my husband had just left for work, my youngest daughter came in to get me, I knew something was wrong, I think she saw him passing and he either waved her away or waved his hands to go get me either way I sensed it and went to him right away, he was passing, not cold yet. He was a no-code. He sternly made me promise and he put this on me and me alone to not call 911 for they would only revive him to die again with tubes in him. The hardest decision I ever had to make. But I promised! I kept that promise and let him go. Other than his hands bracing himself for that ride to heaven, he went peacefully. And then I walked in circles, I tried not to panic, I woke my mother and family calls were made. The coroner came later to pick him up. He did not need an autopsy. My husband, his father and I made the funeral arrangements. My husband arranged my dad his 21 gun military salute.
I’m going to leave this story here. It’s too long to continue.
I’m including a poem at the bottom I wrote for my dad and read at his funeral, first published at Memorial Lawn and then various other places.
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MY DEAREST DADDY
This page is lovingly dedicated to the memory of Lauren E. Wood~ 06-06-38 – 09-07-91
ON SEPTEMBER SEVENTH 1991,
I CLOSED YOUR EYES-
ALL I CAN SAY IS I LOVE YOU,
I CAN’T SAY GOODBYES.
I WISH YOU WOULDNT HAVE LEFT US,
I PRAYED YOU WOULDNT GO AWAY-
I WOULD HAVE TAKEN YOUR PAIN IN A MINUTE,
IF YOU COULD HAVE JUST BEEN OKAY.
JESUS CALLED ON YOU FOR A REASON,
ONE WE CAN’T YET UNDERSTAND-
HE TOOK YOUR PAIN AWAY FOREVER-
HE PUT YOU IN GODS HANDS.
NOW YOU CAN WALK DADDY
AND RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN-
YOUR BODY CAN’T HURT ANYMORE-
YOU’RE STILL 100% A MAN.
NO ONE CAN SAY ANY DIFFERENT,
SOME WERE ALSO WRONG,
BUT THEY ARE THE ONES TO BE JUDGED-
WHEN THAT DAY COMES ALONG.
I’M PROUD OF YOU DADDY,
YOU ALWAYS DID YOUR BEST,
OUR MEMORIESS ARE FOREVER-
NOW WE LAY YOU DOWN TO REST.
SO DADDY WALK WITH MAMA,
YOUR BEAUTIFUL WIFE-
SHE’S LOVING YOU TO PIECES POKEY,
FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE.
EVERYTHING YOU TAUGHT ME,
I’LL KEEP DOING IT RIGHT,
LET ME ALWAYS BE THE TWINKLE-
IN MY DADDYS EYES.
LETS CLOSE OUR OWN EYES AND MAKE A WISH,
FOR YOUR ETERNAL LIFE I CLOSE WITH THIS-
IMMORTALITY IS A TOTALITY OF TIME,
WITH NO BEGINNING OR END…
HEAVENS LIFE IS NEVER ENDING,
SO DADDY, ‘TIL WE MEET AGAIN.
©1991-2013 Twinkle Wood-VanFleet/Golden Rainbow Poetry Creations/All rights reserved.
p.s Sorry for the caps. My mom is now happily remarried. My mom and dad shared 25 years together before his passing.