Immortality

~~Daddy's Voice~~

Where do the dead go? Can they hear us? See us? Do they even care? These are questions I used to ponder...but no more. When my dear father died in 1995, I was devastated. It was the first death of many to come in my immediate family. As I lay in my bed crying the night he died, a clear voice broke through the darkness. It was Daddy's voice strongly uttering one word: my name, "Winnie". The voice was forced, as if it took all the powers of Heaven and Earth to break through from one realm to the other. But I had no doubt it was Daddy. I knew then, without a doubt, there is life after death. And those who have crossed over are aware of us left down here. As the years went by, I experienced other losses: my soul-mate, a niece, my precious mother, my best friend... But I didn't experience the complete devastation of their deaths as I did my dad's because I knew they weren't really dead. They were alive and whole and just on the other side of the veil of darkness. I thank Daddy everyday for having such great love for me that he forced his voice through that veil to my ears. It has made all the difference in how I view death.



[My Dad 2 months before his death:]