My father was in the Naval ROTC program in 1942 at Georgia Tech where he was studying to be an engineer. His best friend's brother was killed at Pearl and the two decided to leave the ROTC program and join the Marines. Dad was in Okinawa on the day of the first surge with a field promotion to LT. The Marine led his platoon into the firefight. He and thirteen others defied the odds and made it out of Okinawa that day to a hospital on Guam.
As with most old warrior souls there are reasons we incarnate to serve in conflicts again. Dad's service left him with issues and he began to address them as he worked with other Veterans, most of whom were from my age group, Vietnam Veterans. His success was in helping these soldiers, sailors and Marines wean themselves off psychotropic drugs that the VA found to be an easy answer for PTSD. This complicated issue is one we as Healers are beginning to address; the use of Past Life Regressions is one process that I found to be helpful. But my father's approach with vets was to talk; speaking the same language of those who were in combat, warriors who physically survived the battlefield. His work provided the first step in the Healing process. I believe he saved many Marines and soldiers and sailors from the horrible drug therapies that the VA found to be an easy fix.
Living six hundred miles from the New Hampshire facility where my father ended up months ago after his wife passed I was able to visit only twice in person; mostly I was visiting by phone. In fact I was on the phone with him the day before he crossed over and being a Medium I could understand his words though he was in and out of consciousness and unable to articulate his speech very well to others.
As he was slipping from this world to the next his mother's, my Gram's birthday approached. On her birthday I woke to several very clear visions of Spirit celebrations: hundreds of Spirit Orbs bouncing around like balloons of ectoplasm gathered in front of the many people I know personally in Spirit including Dad's brother, mother, father and step father, an old soldier from WWI, a Captain who served Patton in the Battle of the Ardennes, were all standing there, toasting and celebrating. I thought today's the day. But the stubborn Marine was having none of it. I even spoke to him the next day and told him that it was OK to 'leave'. Then I reflected on the date; in ten days he would be 99. I challenged him to stay till then knowing what he would do: leave on his schedule!
On New Year's Eve day I was sitting at my computer as I am now, writing marketing posts and there in front of my window, sitting in my Mimosa tree in the garden was a large bird. He was a red shouldered hawk! I had seen him as a juvenile two years ago but now he was a mighty bird. He expanded his wonderful wings and flew to my left; I could hear his fully extended wings move slowly through the yard. Then a few minutes later he returned and sat in the same tree and even looked right at me. I took some pictures and sat back at the glory of it all. We had twenty bird feeders in that garden and the birds had been scurrying about all week. Did our hawk just return to his feeding ground? If that was so the birds would not be seen for weeks. The next day, the birds returned and there were waiting lines at the feeder!
And about an hour after our red shouldered hawk left I got the call from my cousin Clint to let me know that Dad's ordeal was over, he was in Spirit. The hawk was a Messenger from Spirit; he did not come of his own volition but Spirit used energy to guide the bird here to let me know an important message was coming.
I encourage all my clients to wait for such Messengers from Spirit. We all get them. But we don't always recognize what we see, hear or feel. When we are in mourning, perhaps afraid to admit that our loved ones have crossed over, unable to deal with their passing, these messages can be lost. On the day of my mother-in-law's funeral, my husband Ed was standing in the garden and a beautiful Monarch butterfly came and sat on his shoulder. The butterfly did not leave right away and people were saying that it was Ardelle, his mom. But in truth it was a Messenger from Spirit, letting us all know that our loved one had arrived safely in Spirit. Below is a recent picture; my Carolina wrens and other small winter birds returned the next day after dad passed; the hawk had moved on to other feeding grounds.