The Cosmic Socialite

By Dr. Holly Fourchalk

Holly is a down to earth analytical thinker. She loves to explore outside the box and have fun playing with ideas outside the accepted norm. Her life was full and abundant with love, fun and laughter. With one phone call, her life dramatically changed.

Join Holly on a journey through love, loss, sorrow and understanding. Listen in on conversations she never thought she would have with her love, Tom, on the other side. Struggling to push through her own walls of skepticism and layers of self-doubt, Holly constantly questioned if she was going nuts. The more she learned to listen and trust Tom, the more she believed. Tom’s own sense of humor and affection allowed him to not only bring her through the cycle of grief, anger and frustration but also to teach her to trust him and all that he was sharing with her.

Join Holly on her incredible journey.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dr. Holly Fourchalk
• Release date: Jun 30, 2018
• ISBN: 9781775242567

Dr. Holly Fourchalk

Dr. Holly Fourchalk practiced as a registered therapist for 20 years. During that time she questioned the fact that the brain requires nutrients to create neurons, neurotransmitters, transport systems, to fuel processes and to eliminate toxins. If one’s brain doesn’t have the sufficient nutrients and capacity to detox, she surmised, then surely that would affect one’s capacity to think, feel and function. Always working with leading edge science, she continued her research of the mind and brain outside of the psychological parameters. When she went on to study Naturopathic Medicine, she found that there were various dysfunctions, disorders and depletions in the body known to cause psychological issues, including depression and anxiety. Transferring from Naturopathic Medicine to Doctor of Natural Medicine, she also finished her Ph.D in Nutrition and a Master’s Degree in Herbal Medicine. She went to India to study Ayurvedic Medicine and followed that with studies in German Homeopathy. She continues to expand her knowledge of ways to help people heal from today’s common ailments that allopathic medicine tends to simply manage. Dr. Holly’s mission is to empower people to reach their full potential in all aspects of health. Her in-depth understanding and training, in so many different modalities of healing, allows her to address the inter-connections between the mind and body allow her to help people in ways that few others can achieve. She is a passionate health researcher and an engaging teacher. Everybody needs a Dr. Holly.Also see Dr. Holly’s other books.

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Preface

Wow! Why this book? Why would you want to read what happened to me?

The journey so far has been incredible and mind blowing. Tom was an amazing person on this side – a wonderfully gentle, kind, affectionate person. He strove to develop spiritually and embrace ascension. When suddenly and unexpectedly he crossed over to the other side, he continued his journey of growth and development. Through an amazing series of events he shared his journey with me.

He pushed me past my self-doubting, self-questioning analytical left hemisphere thinking pattern and taught me to feel him, then hear him and then to see him.

As our ability to communicate across the dimensions increased, Tom taught me how to help people heal from a whole new perspective. I was a registered therapist for years but left the College of Psychologists frustrated with its limitations. Med school was way behind the current sciences. Naturopathic school was also behind. I trained in various healing modalities around the world and now have seven degrees and three designations. But I had never heard of all the things that Tom has taught me so far.

I have spent a lifetime reading and exploring different philosophies from different cultures; different religions how and why they developed; and I also have several degrees in psychology. I love all the differences we find around the world and throughout Eastern and Western histories and sciences.

But again, nothing prepared me for the journey with Tom or what he taught me from the other side.

From day one, Tom never left me. I could feel him hug me and cuddle me, then he started talking with me and then he taught me to see him. He learned how to connect with a wide variety of people in various different ways. He shared what he was learning and how he was learning both about the other side and about himself.

Tom continues to direct a number of books. This first book is about his, actually our, initial journey. If you are interested in the other side, what happens on the other side, how to connect with the other side, then you might want to read this book.

Tom’s understanding of healing became his second book.

Never one to stagnate, Tom went further and told me to write a book about spiritual lessons from his perspective on the other side.

As I am writing the forward to this book, I am writing yet another book about his continuing journey and I am told there are other books to come.

These books are from Tom to you. I am just the messenger. Laugh, have fun, and be open to unlimited choices and possibilities.

Note for the Smashwords Edition

Tom’s original book, Cosmic Socialite, was written for print with different fonts identifying different characters in the book. Unfortunately, this method does not meet Smashwords criteria. Consequently, if you have purchased through Smashwords, then the following will be different:

Holly’s font will be normal

Tom’s font will be italicized

Merlin’s font will be bold

‘Other psychics and mediums will be normal font with single quotes at beginning and end

- Along with bullets for follow up or additional phrases’

Chapter 1

That Wasn’t Supposed to Happen

Oh My God! Oh shit! What the hell!

That was NOT supposed to happen!

It was 8:30 in the morning when I got the call my partner, Tom, had crossed over. The prior night he took me out to dinner. We celebrated putting a down payment on a piece of property and that the floor plans I had drawn up were accepted.

What went wrong? We frequently talked of how much we loved each other. Just a few days earlier we were laughing about how our relationship was getting better and better; and how much fun we were having as we were preparing to sell my current house, so we could build the new house.

We had established all kinds of plans for travel and exploration over the next few years, and we had organized two years’ worth of monthly anniversary celebrations just a few months before. This was not supposed to happen! What was I going to do without him?

We were a very fortunate couple. We spent several years growing closer, and closer, and more emotionally intimate as friends. Then Tom crossed over that special line from friendship into romance. When I asked him why, he said he thought we were ‘ready to become romantic partners’. I was thrilled. I was certainly ready. Tom took us on a great ride; then he crossed over. Why?

That first day of grieving, I had to put an ointment on my face. The muscles ached from all the crying. Actually, I put the ointment on for three days straight; I just couldn’t stop crying. I put together a Bach Flower Remedy to help me get through the shock, the loss, the inability to think straight. I kept telling myself, I will make it through this or this too will pass or umpteen other lines, struggling to deal with the shock of losing the man I dearly loved.

Chapter 2

First It Was My Dogs

It was a challenging time. Tom and I put down my two dogs a few months before. They were Rotti-Shepherds. Princess Leah, aka Leah, had some lab in her and was a real cutie. Obi wan Kenobi, aka Obi, had some husky in him and was a handsome sport. Yes, all my dogs have Star War names; it was an established tradition before I ever met Tom.

These two dogs were 10 and 15 years old and both had MS symptoms and were having a difficult time. Within the past year, Tom had made them steps to help them get onto the bed; steps to get onto the couch; and steps to get into the car. They were not even using the steps anymore. Yes, the dogs ruled the house and owned the furniture. But they were such good dogs, I didn’t mind.

Just getting up and walking had become difficult for both of them. I talked with the vet. He thought it would be a good idea to put them both down at the same time. The younger one, Leah, had been with the older one, Obi, since she was very young. And, the vet suggested, she would probably go soon after Obi was put down anyway. This would prevent her from having to go through the grieving. Sounded logical and kind to the dogs, but what about me?

I canceled two vet appointments before we actually went through with putting them to sleep. I wanted to give them as much time as I could, but I didn’t want them to suffer. Deciding the best time was a huge challenge.

Tom, being the awesome person, he was, suggested we put them to sleep and then go on a trip so I would have time to grieve and process the loss away from home. We would be together 24/7 and travelling and having fun. What a guy! He said he didn’t mind my crying as I came to terms with it. He turned what would have been a terrible time in my life into an awesome trip. We had a blast. When the tears came up, he was gentle, understanding, and ever so sweet. He was always an incredibly sensitive, loving, gentle man, a very kind man. Thank you, Tom.

That morning, Tom and I took the dogs into the vet’s office and sat on the floor with them. I can’t remember if I had those two before I met Tom. But judging from their years, maybe I knew Tom first. Not that it matters.

Tom really was not a dog person, although he did grow particularly fond of Obi. In fact, in the last year, he would lay down on the floor with Obi and have long talks with him; it was adorable. He loved to sneak them food at the kitchen table and talk with them about not telling ‘Mom’, and then grin up at me with a twinkle in his eye.

Tom and I sat in the vet’s office for over an hour with tears running down both our faces. Because Tom was closer to Obi, I thought he would be holding Obi and I would be holding Leah, while the vet gave them the shots. However, life didn’t work the way I had it planned.

Leah (aka Princess Leah) got the first shot but took a long time to settle down and eventually she went and sat in Tom’s lap. He gently stroked her back, scratched her ears, and talked with her. While tears slid down his face.

They could not get the needle into Obi (aka Obi wan Kenobi). The 100 lb dog lay in my lap while they tried six times. Different types of needles, different nurses. It was heart wrenching. You can imagine the tears I had as I talked with Obi about what a good life he had, and how I hoped he understood I was doing this for his sake. How much I loved him and what a good boy he had always been.

Anyways, the two dogs finally went to sleep. I sobbed. Tom held me with tears running down his face as he told me it was the right thing to do. We cried all the way home and the tears continued while we packed the car for the holiday.

Chapter 3

Then It Was Mom

My parents lived about 5 hours away (3.5 hours if you drive like either Tom or me, which is why I have a radar detector in my car). Mom wanted to die for several years. She suffered from Lewy Body Syndrome. When you have Lewy Body Syndrome, proteins interfere with neural functioning and can cause all kinds of issues.

Thankfully, she was not in any pain. She had lost her eyesight years before when misdiagnosed with Aged Related Macular Syndrome; then again later misdiagnosed with Parkinson’s and Alzheimer’s. Actually, it was all to do with the Lewy Body Syndrome.

Over the years, her MD repeatedly said, the only reason she was still alive was the diet I had her on; and the tinctures and supplements I gave her. But it was a challenging process.

Mom wanted to die. Many times, she asked me to give her something to help her to cross over, claiming we are kinder to animals than we are humans. She was right, but I didn’t believe I had the right to do that, legally or morally.

Tom, my father, and I talked amongst ourselves, and with Mom, many times, about crossing over. How and why the law said we were not allowed to help her cross over. And again, we often discussed how and why we put animals to sleep but we make humans suffer! We talked about how cruel the law was and how we would like to amend the law with provisions to protect people from those lacking honor and integrity. Tom had a strong belief that we should be able to control how and when we left this life and that provoked even more discussions. We talked about different cultures where Shaman or Gurus were acclaimed to be able to end their lives and simply shut their bodies down with their minds. Mom was angry that she could not achieve that.

Personally, I had a variety of things I could have given Mom, in toxic doses to allow her to cross over; but again, that went against the law. In addition, although my beliefs went against it they were contradictory. As I’ve said, on the one hand, I thought we were kinder to animals; but on the other hand, I thought the decision to cross over was between her and her higher self. What if I interrupted a lesson she was supposed to learn; or something she was supposed to let go of; or something she was supposed to embrace. I didn’t want to be responsible for that. Consequently, she got angry with me; with God; with the universe. She wanted to die. She believed that she was a burden to Dad and to me, and we couldn’t change her mind.

We were all incredibly thankful she was not in physical pain and were as supportive as we knew how to be to ease her emotional burden.

Tom was awesome. He made things for Mom that helped her maneuver. He bought her books about life after death and about crossing over and we would read them to her.

Tom was very close to his Mom when she was alive. Moreover, he was with her when she died. He knew I wanted to be with my Mom when she died, and to be there for Dad and he actively encouraged it.

When Mom’s physician phoned me to tell me she might not make it through the night, I phoned Tom at work and said I had to leave to go to Penticton. His response was, Give me two hours and I will drive us up. I was so thankful. He had a big heart. As I waited, I packed up stuff for us; he was home within two hours; and he drove us up to my parents. Thank you, Tom.

Mom stabilized the next day. By the end of the weekend, Dad convinced us to go home. The physician said it could take two weeks. On Tuesday, I just ‘knew’ I needed to go back. I phoned Tom when I was already half way to my parents’ home and told him. I didn’t want him to feel like he had to take time off work again.

Dad was glad when I showed up. He was having a hard time of it. Two days later, I asked Dad if he was ready. I told him Mom was going to cross over that day. He asked me how I ‘knew’ and I responded I had no idea, I just knew. We were fortunate for that.

We spent most of the day lying on either side of her. At ten o’clock that night, with Dad facing her and holding her hand, and with me behind her cuddling her, she crossed over. It was gentle, peaceful, and graceful…just as she had been her whole life.

Dad had fallen asleep and was not aware Mom had crossed over. That left me with a difficult decision; should I let him lay there with her, or should I wake him and let him know. I prayed on this and felt a gentle peacefulness around the whole process. I woke him up to let him know. There were a few tears and he said he needed some time with her.

I left them alone while he talked with her. He told her how much he loved her for the umpteenth time and thanked her for spending her life with him and for the wonderful marriage they shared. They always shared those thoughts verbally throughout their life; now it was the last time. She had crossed over. It was beautiful. I stood at the door and listened with tears rolling down my face.

God answered her prayers; she had wanted to go for a long time. It was tearful, but good.

I stayed with Dad for a few days. I made all the necessary phone calls and went with him to the funeral home. I wrote the obituary and put it in the paper. Finally, it was time for me to go home.

Mom and Dad had had their challenges. They lost one son, Dean, at the age of two. Dean was born with a hole in his heart and died of a cardiac arrest when a surgical correction was attempted. Those two years were very difficult for them. Dean’s lungs would fill up with water. Repeatedly they had to rush him into the hospital to pump his lungs out. I can only imagine what they went through.

MDs instructed Mom to nurse Dean on one side rather than the other. When Mom followed their advice, she would typically have to rush Dean into the hospital. She learned very quickly not to follow what the physicians told her to do. In the end, they determined that she was right.

When they identified a new surgical procedure to correct these types of holes, Dean was one of the first to have the procedure. However, he died of a cardiac arrest during the first 20 minutes.

Obviously, this was a very difficult for my parents. At that time parents were not allowed to stay with their children in the hospital – our medical system has been known to be so cruel about so many things. But they hung in there and made it through. Statistics show many marriages don’t endure the loss of a child, but they made it.

My younger brother, Brad, died just after I turned ten years old. We were in a horrible car accident in July of that year. Mom and my brother were the worst injured and were flown into a larger city hospital while Dad and I were admitted to the smaller hospital in the city where the car accident occurred.

The hospitals slowly released us, one by one, over the next few months. My brother, however, remained in a coma. He died four months later, ten days after my tenth birthday.

In all, fifteen people I was close to, died by the time I was 22 years old. Consequently, I was familiar with death and our family openly discussed it.

But nothing prepared me for Tom’s crossing over.

Chapter 4

And Then There Were My Health Issues

Mom always wanted six boys; she ended up with one girl, obviously me. I was born with a genetic disorder and subsequently suffered seizures, dyslexia and attention deficit disorder (ADD) among other issues. Those with my genetic disorders usually didn’t graduate high school and were dead by the time they reached 25! Definitely not what Mom had planned.

In addition, at 22, I had the horrible experience of getting diagnosed with an ovarian tumor the size of a hard ball and told I needed surgery immediately. At the clinic, this unfeeling little physician waltzed in, told me the problem, and simply said ‘make an appointment for the surgery on your way out’; no questions; no elaborations; nothing!

I sat in shock. Eventually, I somehow got dressed. That was back in the day when you put on one of those white smocks regardless of what you went in to see the doctor about.

I don’t remember getting dressed. I know I didn’t make the appointment for surgery. I do remember being in the hallway looking for the elevator and then, being out in the parking lot wandering around in a trance, looking for the car. My husband saw me and called out to me. When I got in the car, he asked what happened, claiming I looked like I had seen a ghost. I told him what the physician said and we both sat there not knowing what to say or do.

Finally, I asked him to take me to see Mom. It gave him something to do and focus on and he engaged the car immediately and drove me to see Mom. When I walked into her office, she was still obviously at work, she looked at me and asked what happened, repeating what my husband had said; ‘you look like you’ve seen a ghost’.

I told her what the physician had said, and she asked me if I wanted it? A tumor? Cancer? Was she nuts? Later she told me I had the capacity to look both dumbfounded and amazed at the same time. Of course, I didn’t want it!! She simply said, ‘well get rid of it then.’ She meant have the surgery!!

I had a different interpretation. For me, she meant get the body to get rid of the tumor, which of course made sense. It was as if a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. I went back to my husband who was patiently waiting in the car and asked him to take me home. I knew what to do. I got home and phoned my Osteopath-Naturopath.

He asked me what kind of cancer it was. I didn’t know! Wasn’t cancer just cancer? Later on, I learned there were all kinds of cancer; all kinds of causes of cancer; and all kinds of protocols to help the body eliminate different cancers. Eventually, as a Dr of Natural Medicine, I wrote a book on cancer for the general public.

The osteopath-naturopath put me on a diet. During the next three weeks, you can imagine the family pressure I got. My poor mother and father were going through a very difficult time, having already lost two sons. Between Mom phoning; all my aunts phoning; everyone telling me I was in denial; and everyone telling me I needed to go for the surgery, there was a lot of pressure. I finally agreed to go back in for another laparotomy. The tumor had shrunk to the size of a small marble, and was draining itself, hmmm. Would you believe not one of the physicians I saw ever asked me what I had done? I found that amazing. But the drama was over.

All I had done was follow a natural diet used for ovarian cancer and I eliminated the cancer! But no one wanted to know! When I asked them about it, the head of the department simply said, It must have been a misdiagnosis.

At the age of 26, I burnt the corneas of my eyes and was told I needed to take lessons to learn how to be blind! I had to wear thick granny glasses to see and they told me it would just get worse. I would be blind by the time I was 30!! I absolutely refused this prognosis. I didn’t know who to resource but did my own research and worked with my eyes in a variety of ways. When I came back a year and a half later, I had 20/19 vision!! Again, the ophthalmologist didn’t even ask me how I achieved that!!

That has happened several times in my life. I was told I would need surgery to put plates and screws into my back because it was disintegrating…never had it done and my back is fine. Conventional Western medical physicians never questioned me. Amazing! Don’t they want to know how the body can heal itself?

I have torn every cartilage, ligament and tendon in both knees and the meniscus in my right knee usually due to skiing accidents. I was told twice I would never walk again and twice I would probably never walk again. Though I never had any of the surgeries I was told I required my knees are now just fine.

In fact, with one of the ski accidents, I was referred to an osteo specialist who worked with Olympic contenders. He said I was obviously not an Olympic contender, but that I healed better than any Olympic athlete did. He asked if I was doing all the exercises the physios gave me. I explained that I wasn’t doing any of them - they were not right for me. I devised ones that benefitted my body. He simply responded with, well whatever you are doing; keep doing it because you are healing phenomenally well. Once again, he didn’t ask me what I was doing differently.

I could go on with a number of other stories, but that is not what this book is about…so let’s move on.

As I mentioned earlier, by the time I was 22 years old, 15 people ‘crossed over’ in my life. Dying is obviously a very natural part of life. We cannot avoid it. I know in war torn countries, or countries suffering from drought, famine and disease, this is usual. But in a first world nation, I think it is unusual to ‘lose’ that many people by the age of 22. And most young people can’t claim that they should have been ‘dead’ four times over. So, one might suggest that I have experienced some unusual things.

I have often said the only real cause of death is birth. I don’t believe that anymore. Well, that is not entirely true. Yes, since birth we are constantly dying as cells and organs and tissues replace themselves. I am not denying that.

What I mean is, there is no such thing as death as seen in the western cultural sense. This is what Tom taught me and I will come back to that.

Chapter 5

My Dogs, Then Mom, Then Tom

The dogs crossing over was planned. Mom crossing over was expected.

At home, Tom and I were preparing to sell the house. We packed an 8x12x12 foot storage unit to the top with ‘stuff’ so I could ‘stage’ the house. Tom re-grouted the floors and cleaned the roof soffits and fascia while I washed walls and painted. While working we laughed and made jokes about how lucky we were; about how our relationship was getting better and better; and had fun with Tom’s ‘James Bond’ humor. We stopped for hugs and kisses throughout the day and relaxed in Epsom salt bubble baths in the evenings.

We went out to dinner to celebrate the down payment on the new property and getting the floor plan approvals. The next morning Tom was gone!

Shock! Paralysis!

I didn’t know what to do with my mind or my body. I could not think straight and didn’t know how to function. I just cried; and cried; and cried.

Chapter 6

Now, The Story Really Begins

Throughout our friendship and then our relationship, Tom would often come up behind me and put his arms around my shoulders. I loved it when he did this, and once we got into a romantic relationship, kisses accompanied the hugs. Why is that important? Well, throughout the very first day after he crossed over, and for several months afterwards, I felt him come up behind me and put his arms around my shoulders.

During the first night and again for months afterwards, I felt him cuddling me at night. In fact, for the first few weeks, I repeatedly woke up feeling his arm go around me.

He was always gentle and loving, just as he was in life. It was good to have the perception of him being close to me. Throughout the day and the night, I could intermittently ‘feel’ him close to me.

After a while, I started to think it must be my mind creating these sensations as a way of dealing with the grieving. However, things didn’t slowly dissipate with time; they got more and more interesting with time.

And that is why there is a story. And why, ‘Now, the story really begins’.

Chapter 7

What Would We Do Without Friends

My friends were awesome. They knew how much Tom and I loved each other. They all knew how wonderful he was to me. Everyone that knew him thought he was a terrific guy.

One good friend, Katherine, phoned that first morning to ask about a computer issue for me. She knew something was wrong. I couldn’t keep the tears from coming. I still had not stopped crying.

She went into shock with me. She knew how close Tom and I had become over the years and was thrilled when we finally became romantic partners. The computer issue was simply forgotten, and she became a huge support system for me. She phoned every hour on the hour to make sure I was okay; instructed me to take a Bach flower formula; and make a balm for my aching face, as I could not stop crying. As a Dr of Natural Medicine, I hadn’t even thought of it. All I could think of, was ‘Tom was gone’. Why?

Another close friend, Suzanna, phoned that night when she got home from work. She had put on her PJs; made herself a cup of tea; and was just phoning to talk. She knew from my voice something was wrong. When I told her Tom had crossed over she simply said, I’ll be right there. and hung up.

Suzanna often made comments like, Tom just glows when he looks at you. or The energy between the two of you is awesome, it’s better than any married couple I have ever seen. She often said how she enjoyed just being around us because the energy exchange between us made her feel so good.

Ten minutes later Suzanna arrived on my doorstep, in her slippers and pajamas, and stayed the night. The word spread rapidly, and soon the house was full of friends who knew Tom, and flowers and plants.

I didn’t want to tell Dad. He loved Tom, as had Mom, but Mom had just crossed over too. How could I lay this on him, on top of Mom crossing over?

During the prior six months we had brought in nurses and care aids to help Dad take care of Mom. During that time, he developed a soft spot for Nancy, one of the nurse aids that helped with Mom. She had a fun personality and kept Dad laughing. Nancy continued to come a couple of times a week to make Dad meals and play crib with him. I phoned Nancy to see if she was at Dad’s. She was. I asked how Dad was doing and she said pretty good.

I told Nancy, Tom had crossed over. Like everyone else Nancy also thought Tom was terrific. She got emotional with the news and stepped outside. She offered her own comforting words. I asked if she thought Dad could handle the news or if I should wait. She said he could; it was a good day. She also offered to stay with him.

Dad got on the phone and I told him. As expected, he dissolved into tears. The man that took such good care of his daughter, that he had grown to love, was gone too.

Nancy, sweetheart that she is, phoned Dad’s best friend, Pat, and told him. Pat is about half way between Dad’s age and my age and for years I have called him my big brother, as he behaves like a big brother.

Well, true to form, Pat came over that night to stay with Dad. He told Dad he would drive him down to my place, the next day. Pat made the arrangements and the next afternoon they arrived. I was struggling to hold it together for Dad, but when he walked into the house, we both broke down again. Would I ever stop crying? Okay, this was only day two and I was allowed, but I was exhausted from the emotions. My face ached; my eyes were sore; and my gut throbbed from the crying.

Chapter 8

Tom Appeared

Yet, Tom kept waking me up at night with the cuddling. It was so comforting, and I would lay there crying, while holding onto the energetic sensation of him cuddling me.

While lying in bed, holding onto those sensations, I created poems in my head. I would rhyme and rhyme and rhyme. In the mornings, I could not wait to get up and write the poems down. This incredible drive to write poetry went on for about six weeks. I have never been a poet; so, this was particularly unusual for me. I wrote 84 poems in 6 weeks. They were to Tom; about Tom; questioning Tom; talking to Tom; all about Tom. Some were 3-4 pages long!

Eventually, I researched this grieving behavior and found writing poetry wasn’t an uncommon way of working through grieving though I wondered whether other people wrote as much as I did? In my mind, it was ridiculous. And it was weird how driven it was. It was like a force that had taken me over.

During the next week Dad helped me finish off the chores Tom was going to do to prepare the house for ‘showing’ and selling. Then I drove him back home. That night, in my parents’ home, Tom walked across the kitchen! I sat in shock. Dad asked what was that? We got up and walked around the condo looking for Tom. I stood in the living room and asked out loud, Okay, if that was really you, I need to feel you hug me more than ever. Nothing like being demanding!

I felt a real cold energy quickly move through my body. And then the hug came. It was strong and so close to being physical. I just stood there and cried and cried and then laughed and then cried some more. Dad just stood there looking at me not knowing what to do.

Quick detour: About 10 years after Dad’s father, my Papa, crossed over, Papa started to appear to my dad. Papa has made several appearances to Dad and even had conversations with Dad! He appeared once with Dad’s sister, and the two of them stood at the door. My grandmother, Nana, has also appeared a couple of times but like my Aunt, she doesn’t say anything. So, Dad, who is not at all philosophical, religious or spiritually inclined, and who always