Coming through
A few weeks ago I had a Zoom session with a medium, a woman recommended to me by a Norwegian friend. She had known nothing about me. She started by saying that my (dead) grandfather was “coming through”–and he was a minister? (Yes.) Then she said that my (dead) father was coming through, and there was a lot of light behind him, he was a stocky guy with a great smile and sweet energy, he helped a lot of people, he had a problem with his teeth.
All of these things were true about my father. (Did he, um, always have a lot of light behind him? No. But the sense of the image is true.) I suppose they could be true about a lot of guys from my dad’s era. But they felt pointed and specific to me because they were parts of my father that I had chosen to forget.
I usually remember my father as a failure: a guy who went bankrupt twice, was divorced twice, was often in bad health, was frequently estranged from his only child. I needed a medium in the tri-state area to remind me that he was, at the same time, light-giving, generous, ebullient. Thanks, medium! I want to choose the complicated memory, the tangled history, which is, after all, rooted in the thicket of life this morning.