Debra Basham

Living and Loving

Tag: dad

  • Eveready – All is Well

    My father always wore a wristwatch and glanced at it often. He was always on time. When he retired, his company gifted him with a clock. For a good long time, it took a rightful place for prominent display.

    When dad died, I brought home one of the two clocks he kept in his bedroom. The battery was dead, but I sat it on the kitchen counter anyway, as a momento. One day I noticed a ticking sound. As usual the time it showed was incorrect, but oddly, the second hand was now rising up and falling back to its original place over and over. Again, I reminded myself to change the battery.

    A few days later I noticed the clock was ticking away and for the first time in weeks it was showing the correct time. I assumed my husband had changed the battery. But no, he had not! Neither of us had touched it, and each clearly remembered it had completely stopped, except for the day it ticked so oddly. I’m grateful that we caught it running smoothly that day and “magically” showing the correct time. I believe my dad’s spirit was contacting us to tell us all is well.

    The clock eventually stopped again and this time we decided to “signal back” by finally giving that old clock a new battery.

  • Hello, Hawk…. Hello, Dad….

    She wrote an email message to some family members and a few very close friends:

    He’s been on my mind so much this past week, of course, it’s been a year since we were sitting with him while he made his transition. But this morning, very early, I wasn’t asleep, I guess it was more of a deep resting state. Eyes closed, relaxed, but aware. It was a kaleidoscope of shadows and light and I was trying to figure out what the shapes were, but it kept spinning and shifting. Suddenly this calm feeling washed over me at the same time I realized what I was seeing – A HAWK! The hawk was the light spinning around in the shadows.

    In the past year when I’ve been out in nature – hiking, kayaking, swimming – I get a visit, usually an adolescent Cooper’s Hawk. I know it’s a message and it always makes me smile.

    I am so grateful for all of you and knowing I can share this with you and you don’t think I’m a crazy person.

    Sending love out to all of you today!

    XOXO

    One reply:

    What a wonderful experience. I do remember the hawk right outside the room in that small tree.

    Another reply:

    Oh, thank you SO much for sharing!! After my husband died I saw Visions of swirling Lights, Doves, and Owls and I thought I was crazy – and so did many of my family and friends. I was so grateful for those that knew it was my husband and knew I wasn’t crazy. And I’m so grateful that I came to understand this too. Grateful you are open and connected so your Dad can get his messages through.

    Your dad is among us for sure and his deep love lives on in each of us. ❤️

    She wrote back:

    It’s amazing that we had similar experiences with the swirling and the birds! Thanks for sharing your experience. Sending hugs!

    From another friend:

    Your sharing your experience brings such joy!

    My deepest honor is loving and being loved by one another and truly knowing that people do leave their bodies, but they do not leave their loved ones.

    Thanking each one of you💟💟💟

    She sent this response:

    Thank you for being a big part of this process! It started with the hawk in your yard.

    And this from her sister:

    I’m glad you shared this!! I knew you’d been seeing hawks and I was a little disappointed that I hadn’t seen any but on Wednesday on my way home from work I saw a large hawk sitting on the sign in the townhouse I used to live in. It was so still that I thought it was fake but I watched in my rear view mirror and as soon as I was passed it, it flew off ♥️.

    And a couple of days later from his dear friend:

    I, too, have had him in my heart these past few weeks. Not that he isn’t always close.

    On Friday, July 24th, I was leaving for my last optometrist appointment after having cataract surgery.

    Just after pulling out of our driveway, I saw a large bird sitting on a post next to the road. Since there was no one behind me and out of curiosity, I backed up about half of a block to check it out. I stopped right next to it and noticed that it was a hawk just staring at me. I actually rolled my window down and said hello to the hawk. I set there for around 15-20 seconds and it seemed unfazed by my being that close. Now I realize why there was no traffic to make me hurry on my way. It was meant to be. The hawk was a message from him. How I miss him, but receiving messages like this, I know that he will always be close.

    Unfortunately, I had to get to my appointment and had to leave.

  • May 7, 1992

    Sacred Stories

    She was with her husband and a friend when it popped into awareness that this might be the anniversary of her dad’s transition. She went to look up his obituary.

    At the exact moment she was telling them that May 7 is the date, a text message from her sister popped in: “Do you remember 30 years ago today?”

    The two of them had been on the scene as the medic’s tried to resuscitate their dad on May 7, 1992…. 30 years to the day.

    “Soul to heaven, body to earth.” ~ The Egyptian Book of the Dead

  • Birthday Photos

    Sacred Stories

    The daughter of her mom’s friend sent some old photos. In one of the photos were her mom, her dad, and her sister, along with the woman who sent the photos and that woman’s brother.



    The second photo was a more recent photo of her mom’s friend, who had transitioned April 1 just last year.

    She immediately recognized the timing as a direct message from their parents in spirit.

    The daughter of her mom’s friend had no idea the day of the sending and receiving of the photos was her dad’s birthday….

  • Dad’s Love in an Apple

    Sacred Stories

    She had been thinking about her dad a lot lately, especially that morning.

    As she stood there in the kitchen and took a bite of her apple, she realized her bite made a heart shape in the flesh.

    This was an apple her Dad would have picked up from the apple farm on his way home from work. It was small, and just the right amount of sweet.

    She was so happy that she took a moment, for whatever reason, to pull back and see her Dad’s love in an apple.

    Be alert to those simple reminders…. Love is all around us!

  • “Dad”

    Sacred Stories

    Her dad had lived with her for about 5 months before he passed.

    The bedroom set in the guestroom where he stayed, had belonged to his sister.

    After he passed, she put a few of his belongings in the bottom drawer, but the handles have since broken off and she cannot get the drawer open.

    Perhaps that is the reason that room smells like her dad….

    These are sacred stories. Pay attention to happenings in your life. Do you have a story to share? Send email to debra@scs-matters.com.