Things I’ve Heard My Father Say Since He Left the Planet

The architect sitting in his living room filled with light.
Something I posted today on the Book of Faces:

Things I’ve heard my father say since he crossed over:

“Tell your mother I love her. It’s beautiful here. I’m experiencing indescribable joy. I’m with Harry, Kitty, mama, papa, Rig, Vey” (and 6 others I didn’t know but mom did.) When I asked “why are you telling me?” He said “Because you can hear me.”

Years later I asked him “Should we move into the home you designed and built?” He answered “This was my path.”

Jennifer trying to keep me from interrupting her.
I was in a doctor’s office having a routine “procedure” (If it’s so routine why was I required to be knocked out by anesthesia?) I saw him sitting across a river from me on grass. He looked about 40 years old (roughly when I arrived on the planet) and we were having a casual conversation about life. I can remember pulling blades of grass up and tossing…