Fathers Day Canvas

Just amazing...

At 1:12 pm on February 23, 2010 I was sitting at my desk typing an e-mail response to my friend, Simone, when my calculator which I had turned on earlier but had not used yet advanced the paper. Startled, I looked to see if something had hit it, but there was nothing touching it. It then began to do it over and over intermittently. I felt him here, my brother John again. I called my son, Jake into the room to see if it would continue. It did...of and on sometimes slow, sometimes fast. Jake said he felt a vibe in the room too. I said, “Hey dude, how’s it going. Do you need something or you just here to say Hi?” It continued almost like Morse Code. I finally tried to hit some numbers, but it did nothing. I turned it off then back on. It began again, but I think he is finished now...about ten minutes and 3 ½ feet of adding machine tape later!

I just realized that John’s last visit on November 4th was the day that Jake was taking his driving test and passed. Today February 23rd is Jason’s first day at his new job. Jason & I have been fighting a lot over money and fixing his car to be safe to drive to Irvine. So maybe these are the reasons for his visiting me. By the way, Jason called me at at 1:50 to tell me he was on his way home from work, and he just arrived safely. I think it is safe to assume that my brother is concerned with his nephews driving. For that I am grateful.

Thank you for caring. It was great to hear from you again. I love you!

John was here

At 4:41 am on November 4, 2009 I awoke. I had to pee and get more water. I decided I needed a few bites of my addiction, Dreyers Fully Loaded Chocolate Peanut Butter Cup Ice Cream. In the kitchen, in the dark, and all by myself I tore off two squares of paper towels, grabbed a spoon, then opened the freezer to get out my half gallon craving that only I eat out of (therefore, I need no bowl). I hear a strange noise, turn to put my ice cream on the kitchen counter, and an entire roll of hanging paper towels are unraveling on to my kitchen floor. I stand in disbelief, but suddenly feel this presence there...my brother with his his arms wrapped tight around his stomach, bent over laughing. I, of course, am not laughing and proceed to rewind the paper towels in the dark.

My brother passed away in 1991 just before his 23rd birthday. He has visited me several times since then, and usually at holiday time. This doesn't freak me out at all; in fact I look forward to it. This morning though, half asleep I was caught off guard. Unable to go back to sleep I felt I should document this.

Putting the pieces together...today, November 4th is our Dad's birthday and my brother would be 41 years old. He passed away while driving to visit our Dad.

So this is for you, my brother. Thanks for letting me know you're still hanging around. I love and miss you greatly.