It's been 17 days since my Dad died suddenly. I've been processing a lot of emotions in that time. It's been quite a roller coaster ride actually.
Several hours after my Dad died, and before I knew, I was sleeping and I had a dream where I was aware of a strong energy around me. The energy was light and playful and joyful and loving and very grateful to be free of the physical body. I knew something had happened, and I woke up crying. I actually thought that someone else had died and I had a strong feeling that I needed to call my Dad. As it was the middle of the night, I lay awake for a while before finally going back to sleep. When I woke up, I told Cary about the dream and, as it was only about 7am, we went for a long walk on the beach. When we came back, the kids wanted some breakfast. Shortly after, I was getting ready to call my Dad when my sister rang with the news.
I am very grateful for the gift of that dream. I know that my Dad's spirit is free, really free.
Although my Dad was often busy with other commitments as we were growing up, there were still lots of memories. A lot of them involved music and song...Family gatherings with a sing-a-long, music playing in the house, singing songs in the car, Christmas carols, watching musicals together, random moments of breaking into song. My Dad was born on Bastille Day so every morning on his birthday, we sang the French national anthem:
"Allons enfants de la Patrie,
Le jour de gloire est arrivé !"
After the initial shock of the news, I am feeling quite peaceful now. I know that it was my Dad visiting me in my dream, and I know he is in an amazing place. It was so very good to be surrounded by family and friends recently. At the private viewing, my brother and sister and I went in together to see Dad. We cried, we sang, we told stories and jokes. We spent a long time there, which was incredibly healing for all of us. The following day we had a beautiful service and wake, and two days later Dad was laid to rest in Sydney. A poem that was read for him starts off "Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free" (click for the full version). I know it's true.
I love being so close to my family, and this area is lovely and familiar as I've been visiting here most of my life. But it doesn't feel like "my" place, ya know? Maybe with time it could be, and maybe another time it will be, but for now, I feel like we need to move on. I feel some sadness in that. Sometimes I would like to be the person who can put down roots and stay in one area for a long time. I don't like being so far away from family. This recent event has brought that home to me. But I need to be true to my Free Spirit self. I am grateful that I am close in heart to my family, and I hope that now that we are mobile and not confined to a house, that we can visit more often.
My Dad's death has me thinking about many aspects of my own life and making sure I am living it as fully as possible. Questioning if things still work for me, and if so, if they could be even better. Thinking about what I really want, without compromising. Thinking about who I really want to Be, and the things that are the most important to me. This total shake-up has me feeling irritated, scattered and out of sync with the world, but I know it's just part of the process, and that in time, it will all come back together again, and flow on even more deeply and beautifully.