1/20/2018 Saturday 7:40 a.m.

Good Morning Loved Ones,

Hope this note finds you in good health and spirits. Hope this season's flu has not plagued you or your family. Hope your week has been good.

My Sweet Pops passed on August 11, 2008 making this coming August the 10th anniversary of not having this sweet man in physical form in my Earthly life, my daughter's life, nor in the lives of all who knew and loved him.

I had the privilege of taking care of my beloved Pops during the last years of his life through CHF (Congestive Heart Failure); TIA's (Transient Ischemic Attacks - mini strokes); Alzheimer's and ultimately kidney failure.

During the last week of his life (Pops was in a coma. He passed in the comfort of our shared home.) I had the exact same dream twice. Pops was dressed to the hilt in a beautiful black tuxedo, crisp, white, long sleeved shirt, black, satin bow tie, and shiny, black pat and leather shoes. He was in his 30's, at his physical best. My mother (who passed when I was six years young) was also dressed to the nines, beautiful gold-bronze brocade, cocktail length dress, Mandarin collar, short sleeves. Mother's beautiful dark hair was parted in the middle, a bit beyond shoulder length and perfectly curled, coiffed. She wore gorgeous ruby red lipstick. Mother, too was in her 30's. at her physical best.

Mother held out her hand to Pops and said, "OK, Lawrence, let's go dancing."

During the last week of Pops' life while in a coma I saw him extend both arms up and he was speaking unintelligible words. The thought crossed my mind as I witnessed this experience that Pops was communing with my mother, as if in a preparatory stage for his coming transition.

There were four of us born to our mother within 3 marriages; my eldest half-sibling (by 14 plus years), Fran; Jim, whose 1 year anniversary of his passing is today (13 years older than me. Fran and Jim are the only siblings who share the same mother and father); Monica, whose 3 year anniversary of her passing will be next Saturday, 1/27/2018. Monica was ten years my senior.) and me, Pops' only biological child. I share these familial facts because Mother's 3rd marriage, which was to my dad and her subsequent death six years after I was born charted a difficult time in her life defined by declining health. My understanding was that my early growing up years was more of a communal family effort. beach style wedding dresses

Not long after Pops passed I shared my 'dancing dream' of Pops and Mother with Monica, specifically recalling Mother's beautiful dress. Monica was quiet for a moment (we were on the phone). She then stated that my account of Mother's dress precisely described the dress she wore for her Reno, Nevada elopement to my father; an event with no family or friends in attendance nor photos taken. I was born 3 years after Pops and Mother married; her wedding dress having been discarded before I was born because it no longer fit.

I humbly offer that this experience along with 'other worldly' occurrences I have had may provide a sense of hope, of anecdotal proof that life is not limited to our physical incarnation.

"We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience." Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

Thank you for taking your time to read my letter. God Bless all of our lives. God Bless all of our loved ones just across the veil.

Take good care. Big hugs and love.