Eagles and My Dad
The last 18 months of my father’s life were difficult. His physical condition left him with leaky bowels, feet that could not hold him up and nasty skin aliments that kept him home- in pain and angry. My dear Step Mother was physically weak after caring constantly for My Dad. Both of them were experiencing dementia which lead to miscommunications, ill will among the family and constant stress. As a loving daughter I found myself wondering “What is happening? Why all the anger and blaming?” I did my best to spend time and love with them but it seemed as if My Dad and Stepmother pushed away any help and were very argumentative as well as judgmental. It was a heart wrenching situation.
The last Christmas My Dad was alive most of the family made plans to come over to their house (as normal) on Christmas Eve to enjoy family, food and the holiday spirit. Daughter, sons, in-laws, grandchildren and great grandchildren were happy to be sharing the holiday with My Dad and Step Mother. However, that was not meant to be. As I walked in the door I could see My Dad was upset and he made a point of calling me out. Since I did not want to wreck the holiday spirit I got up and walked out the door. After cooling down I walked back into the house with a new attitude and the family made the best of the holiday spirit.
Several days after Christmas I decided to go talk to My Dad. I asked my brother-in-law and sister to come along with me. We arrived at My Dad’s and sat down to talk. It did not take long to see that my father was still very angry with me and words were not going to make the anger go away so I left the house feeling sad and lonely. My sister drove me home and while we rode we talked about the times when LOVE swirled in our family. How we loved to go camping with My Dad and how much he taught us about mother nature. We wanted to release the negativity and bring in love, hope, joy and kindness.
As we drove down the road I noticed a large bird sitting in the middle of a field. The bird took wing and before I could say a word a beautiful mature bald eagle flew over our car! It swooped down and tilted towards us. I felt the goosebumps rise as my breath left my lungs. I knew it was My Dad’s energy. I could feel My Dad’s love and spirit through this majestic bird. Maybe My Dad could no longer feel safe and sound in his body and mind but his soul was flying.
My Dad died 11 months later. He still sends me Eagles when I need a lift, when I miss My Dad.