My Dad

Sixteen years ago today, Dad passed away. Cami and I were driving as fast as we could from Vegas, past Mesquite, through the gorge, and finally to St George, all the while listening to a tape of the BeeGees to try to keep us awake because of the late hour. But we didn't make it in time to see him one last time before he died. I knew he was gone while we were driving through the gorge, so I kinda slowed down a bit, thinking, 'there's no real hurry now.' He'd been in the hospital for a week or so and wasn't doing very well, so I promised Mom I would come up on Saturday instead of waiting until Monday. But this was Friday evening, June 13th, 1997, and we didn't get that last visit in before he slipped from this earth. We were met at the hospital by my brother, who informed us of Dad's passing. After spending a short time saying our final goodbyes, we drove on up to Springdale, UT, where my Mom was waiting up for us. She hadn't been able to go see Dad that day because of health problems herself. It was hard greeting her on such a sad note, but it actually helped all of us by talking about him and reminiscing a little before going to bed and trying to get some sleep.

I'm not sure what time it was, but I hadn't been to 'sleep' very long when I saw the most vivid rainbow in my mind's eye. I understood that it was Dad letting me know that he could see again! Even tho words not spoken, I knew! He could see and what he saw was so much more colorfully intense than anything on earth! I had been privileged to have that experience (which I shared with Mom when I got up)! I have never forgotten that and now when I see a rainbow or prism of color I am reminded of that special experience. That was just one of many experiences I've had since then when I have been reminded of the fact that the veil is very thin and our loved ones are near. I'm so grateful for that knowledge!

So today, I'm remembering those good times I was able to share with my Dad over the years. What wonderful memories I have! Hearing stories, riding up in Zion, trying to maneuver the mowing machine while Dad drove the tractor, singing duets, playing guitar with Dad playing the harmonica, cookouts, hiking, hanging out and talking until way late, are just some of the good times we shared.

I love you Dad! Thanks for everything!