I had a bittersweet paranormal encounter related to my dad’s death. He passed away on April 6, 2013. He’d wanted the song “Somewhere over the Rainbow” sung by Judy Garland played at his funeral. He was cremated, per his wishes, however, my mom didn’t want to have a funeral.
We had a private family memorial service in my back yard with bonfire, hotdogs, and marshmallows. My dad loved wienie roasts.
But, we didn’t play the song.
On April 5, 2014, a day shy of the first anniversary of my dad’s passing, I was listening to Sirius XM radio, Symphony Hall, Channel 76, as usual. Of all the songs to play on that particular channel on that particular day was a classical rendition of ‘Somewhere over the Rainbow’, which is a song not typically regarded as falling into the ‘classical’ music genre.
Was this a message from beyond the grave? Do I believe it was my dad reminding me that we still had a promise to fulfill?
You betcha.
The next day, my immediate family got together for another picnic honoring the one-year anniversary of his passing, and despite nudging my mom about his musical message to me the day before, she wasn’t emotionally ready to hear this or to move forward. So, out of respect for her, once again, the song wasn’t played.
I must mention that I was still the keeper of my dad’s ashes at this point. My mom would not/could not take them home with her nor could she entertain the thought of purchasing a ‘forever’ urn.
But, by the end of 2014, Mom was healing, and she could finally talk about what to do with my dad’s ashes. She asked me to purchase a wooden urn, because my dad could build anything out of wood from barns to furniture to toys. I ordered a hand-made cherry wood urn.
On what would have been my dad’s 84th birthday on February 20, 2015, my daughter, my mom, and I had another celebration in honor of his memory, and we transferred his ashes to the lovely new urn. We also put pieces of his favorite candy bars and a family picture inside the urn. My daughter drank a Pepsi (his favorite). My mom had a cup of coffee (he liked to drink coffee at the restaurant nearly every morning). I tossed back a couple of shots of his favorite whiskey, Southern Comfort.
Somewhere Over the Rainbow played in the background.
My mom took his ashes with her.
This is me and my dad in December 1962. The black and white spotted coat I’m wearing was my new winter coat that I got at Halloween as my 101 Dalmatians costume. I had a plastic ‘Pongo’ mask to complete the look.
Day 11 – Spooky Blogging – Vanishing hitchhiker legend and songs
Until next time
Kaye Spencer
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