I have given up on the ability of those in the after life to come back and visit us mere mortals.
Dad died February 8th, 2010. I thought for sure he would find a way to come back and, if nothing else, give me a thumbs up. Nothing, nada. Yet I KNOW he would have if he could have.
So it must be that death really is final (yes, I know how dumb that sounds). And now, I appreciate every living thing so much more, because there is no second chance, no ‘reaching out”, no “message” we get to send.
I know some people swear they see loved ones that have passed, but right now, I think it is their imagination. I did see dad in some dreams, but it was nothing that was compelling – it was just a dream.
I will know if that moment ever comes, and I will let you know if it does.
But for right now, I think we do our work here on earth, and return home to much greater things, such that we never even look back, knowing we will greet our loved ones as their time comes. And, I think we never look back because by the time we make it to the other side, we realize how insignificant most of the earthly life is, so what is the point of coming back? To say what? Everyone already knows what you would want to say to them, so what is the point of trying to overcome what must be an enormous amount of energy to try and deliver some obscure message?
So I say, go in peace, dad. I know you would come back if you could, and I am good with that.
post note, added July 23, 2012: dad has returned once to me, twice to his beloved Louise. And once to my cousin, whom seems to attract the souls from the other side. Her “channel” is more open than the rest of ours, and people who have crossed over seek her out to get their message into our world.