And then the unthinkable happened. My father had a stroke on November 30th. He's doing much better now, his left side is pretty weak but gaining strength rapidly. I guess my dream 2 weeks prior was a warning and heads up about what could've potentially happened. Thankfully he's pulling through slowly but nicely. The love and healing energy that is pulsating around him lately is amazing. All of his children rounded up, all of his brothers, some friends and co-workers... everyone just sending energy and praying for a speedy and healthy recovery. I think I've grasped just how deeply I love my father even if I'm not always conscious of it. The tears I've cried over these last few days and just asking Mother & Father God to use me to funnel their energy and love to him, to use me as their tool, to use my energy stores to aid him until he has enough of his own. I recognize that it's my family that is my God, through them I know love & sacrifice, through them I know the depths of my soul and what it means to love.
Its amazing to see how tight we have become. The thing that dad has been try to force out of us for years, snapped together when he was weakened. We've been listening throughout the years as we wandered, got lost, found our way back and grew into ourselves. We know that we love one another and would do anything within our power to heal and aid each other. Now it's blatant and clear. Dad never has to worry now about love, strength or closeness within this family. It's now quite evident that it's what holds us together through thick and thin.
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