After you read this story, you will get an even better sense of how our loved ones can still show us they are around even once they pass over.
It was late May and yellow daisies were popping up all over the road that led into Michael’s apartment complex in Reno, Nevada. Michael, and his mother, Louise, had just moved from a 3-bedroom home into a lower level 2 bedroom apartment because Michael could no longer climb the stairs to the second floor in their 3-bedroom home.
Louise, a 70-year old robust black lady greeted me at the door. Walking into their new apartment was like stepping into a warehouse. Boxes were stacked to the ceiling and furniture looked just thrown in. There was too much furniture and stuff for this small apartment. I walked through a maze of boxes to Michael’s room. He was laying in a hospital bed with a single sheet over the lower portion of his body. The desk on the wall opposite him was stacked with a computer, books and more boxes. The only saving grace was a sliding glass door that offered light and fresh air.
He smiled when I entered the room. I smiled back.
Michael had only one good eye left after losing the other one to cancer five years earlier. The eye was gone and in its place was a smooth skin graph. It was the first time I had ever seen anyone without an eye and was taken aback at first. This was the only time he didn’t wear his eye patch. However, now the cancer was spreading into his spine, making his legs numb and totally disabling him.
Michael was about 50 years old, a tall slender man with a well built torso. We immediately became good friends because we had a lot in common. The both of us had studied metaphysics for years, therefore, we were able to connect on a spiritual level. We exchanged books, videotapes and continued correspondence during the week via e-mail. Fortunately, there weren’t a lot of snow storms that spring and I was able to drive down almost every week from Truckee.
Each time I visited, I would kneel down beside him on the right side of his bed and place my hands on certain pressure points on his body. The twin bed was shoved up against the wall which made it impossible to move to the other side. I’d treat him for about an hour and every time by the end of the session, he’d be fast asleep. By the end of June, Michael was able to get into a wheelchair by himself and move around the apartment. His energy was gaining momentum and he was feeling stronger!
Louise always left me a key to get into the apartment when she had to go to work early. She was one strong lady and continued to work part time at a thrift store. Many days, right before she left, I would give her a Jin Shin Jyutsu treatment as well.
One afternoon when I opened the door to the apartment, I walked into a hallway full of smoke! And there was Michael, sitting in his wheel chair, in the middle of the swirling smoke, mad and upset. He had been going back and forth in the electric wheelchair at high speed down the hallway and burned the motor up!! It was a good laugh. Michael was feeling better and his life appeared to be improving daily.
Unfortunately, in the beginning of August, my mother became very sick. I had to leave for Tucson immediately and was gone for almost a month. She passed away while I was with her and when I returned to Truckee, there was the hint of fall in the air as it was already crisp in the mornings.
I called Michael a couple of days later and learned from Louise that he had taken a turn for the worse. When I finally got the strength to visit him, I sadly had to tell him that I was leaving the area at the end of October because I needed to take care of my Mother’s estate. It was as if he already knew and we parted that day on such sweet sorrow.
Michael called me about a week before I was to leave. I was busy packing when I answered the phone.
Enthusiastically Michael’s voice boomed out, “ Turn on the TV right now to Channel 12. There is a show on alternative health methods.”
I immediately became excited as well and replied, “OK, I’ll turn it on right now.” I walked over to the television in the corner of my studio cabin, picked up the remote and turned the TV on, then pushed the button to channel 12.
“I found it.”
“I’ll talk to you later, Bye.” Was all Michael said and hung up.
I caught the tail end of the program as they discussed pressure points and how healing occurs with this type of treatment.
Five minutes later, Michael called back and asked, “Did you like the show?”
“Yes, I did. It looks like alternative medicine is finally getting some attention and debuting into mainstream.”
“Yea, it sure does. I thought you might be interested. Well, I gotta go.” and he hung up.
However, he called again five minutes later.
“Hello.” I said.
Michael said quietly, “I just want you to know how much I care about you and that my family is now also your family. You can count on them anytime that you need to.”
“Thank-you Michael….. I will remember that.” I said, deeply touched, chocked with emotion.
“Bye,” he said.
Early the next morning, Michelle, the St. Mary’s Hospice coordinator called me to tell me Michael had died about 5 a.m. I started to cry and told her of our conversation the previous evening.
She replied warmly, “You were a good friend and I’m so glad he called you. He was sad about you leaving the area and knew it was his time to go also.”
That same day about 9 p.m, Louise called to tell me what Marty, her 5 year old grandson had seen. Earlier in the day, Reno had had a severe thunderstorm and a beautiful rainbow appeared. Louise, her daughter and Marty, stepped outside the apartment to enjoy the fresh air. Marty pointed toward the rainbow and exclaimed, “Look mommy, there’s Michael, he’s walking and he can see!”
My relationship with this sweet man lasted about six months. Michael and I had made a special connection. His positive attitude throughout our time together taught me how to live every moment more deeply, consciously and with sincerity. I was grateful for having known Michael right before I was to undertake the almost insurmountable task of being executor of my Mother’s estate. I felt his presence often in the days to come. He comforted me when I could not comfort myself.
Let your cares be washed away by the rain,
Your dreams be inspired by the rainbows,
Your thoughts drift with the breezes and your
Soul be warmed by the sunshine.
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