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Love Transcends Death

Hi There, VivBounty here with a post in memory of my dad. 25 years ago today my dad passed away. It’s hard to believe it’s been that long. I remember the moment like it was 5 minutes ago. I also remember every moment since then that I have felt my dad, still around me, still guiding me and still cheering me on at every major moment in my life.
My dad and his proud daughters

Dad and his girls

Our dad always said, when someone would compliment him on his girls, “They are who they are and have turned out the way they have, thanks to their mum.”

I remember going off to spend 2 years in Japan in 1990. There were so many times I heard my parents’ voices in my head about how to conduct myself, being a lady, “holding the flag up”, meaning don’t let your family down with unseemly behaviour and so many other things we as their daughters were taught as we grew up. Most of all, the belief that I could do this. I’d be fine so far away from home because of their belief in me and I knew they had my back.

As I met other teachers of English, many of them girls, I remember thinking how proud I was that I had been raised by the parents that I had. My dad’s voice in my head as I got ready to go out the door to check for threads hanging from my clothes, creases, labels sticking out was always a source of amusement. My mum who will soon be 80 would remind us to walk like ladies, sit like ladies, laugh like ladies, not to guffaw. Her voice too always in my head even when she isn’t speaking to me.

In those 2 years in Japan, I wrote many letters home to my family. They wrote me regularly, too. Those letters were my lifeline in those 2 years, the first time I had moved so far from home.

The letter that started my writing from the heart, and not just the news of the day or what’s happening in my life, was the letter I wrote to my dad that first year in Japan. I wrote things I had never said in person. I thanked him for raising me the way he had. I told him how proud I was that I am his daughter. I expressed how I had seen girls behaving in a way he had raised me not to and how grateful I was to know better. I let him know that I knew I’d be OK and that I could do this because he and my mum were my parents and that it was going really well.

A few months after I wrote that letter, I had a phone call that my dad had had what the doctors thought was a “mini stroke”.  The diagnosis which emerged was far worse than that. The next phone call came to say that I should come home to Canada as my dad was now in the hospital and the news was “not good”, my favourite aunt said.  Eventually we would find out at the family meeting with the oncologist that my dad had brain tumors and the prognosis was only 3 months.

My sisters and I spent every possible minute at the hospital with Dad. He was surrounded by the love of his family and friends, his 3 girls “holding the flag up”, making sure we looked pretty, put our make up and our smiles on, dressed well, and made sure we would be brightening his day when we arrived each time. He was a proud man, witty, funny, classy and handsome. He was the kind of patient who charmed all his visitors with his wit, always holding court and never letting anyone be down in his presence, even with his grave illness.

He defied the odds, living 7 and 1/2 months after his diagnosis. In that time, he charmed everyone who had the good fortune to share a room with him, and certainly all his visitors. He would introduce us to all of them beaming with pride, citing our accomplishments.

At Dad’s funeral people were coming up to me and telling stories of how my dad had taken them under his wing at work and protected them, showed them the ropes, spoken up for them and how much his mentorship meant to them. I had never been more proud to be his daughter.

In these 25 years since his passing, my dad has shown me many signs that his essence is still with me every day.

When I moved away to the States, 7 months after his passing, I could smell omelette all the time I was packing. In his palliative care period in the hospital, I used to make him omelettes. When I had major surgery years later, I could smell his aftershave as I went under anesthetic and again as I awoke after the operation. Once I had a really vivid dream hearing a telephone ring which no one would answer. Finally I said, “Why is no one answering that phone?” and ran to pick up the receiver. I swore I was awakened hearing my dad say he was busy “over here”, and that he was sending my uncle, his younger brother to help me. That very next morning, my uncle phoned to say he was flying over from the UK to visit me. And finally, the most recent visit from my dad was when I had to assist my first greyhound over to the rainbow bridge. My husband phoned me at work to say she was unable to hold her squat when he took her outside and we knew it was time. I had to go back to my office to finish my work. I sat at my desk after returning from the vet and cried. I felt Dad’s hand stroke my cheek as I sat there in my grief and I could smell his aftershave faintly. Each of my sisters have also reported signs, verbal and tactile, that they too have felt Dad’s presence over the years in their trials and tribulations.

The Toronto Star newspaper ran a story shortly after Dad died, entitled Love Transcends Death. In that story a writer heard his dad’s voice telling him to check the swimming pool. He ignored the first plea. Then he heard a more insistent urge to check the pool which he shook off. Finally his dad’s voice yelled, “Check the pool now!” He ran downstairs from his office in a turret at the top of his house to find his 3-year-old son had fallen in the pool and would have drowned were it not for his dad, who had passed away many years earlier, calling out to him.

I’m really, really glad I wrote that letter to my dad that day, almost a year before he died. It was the start of my inspirational writing. You know, the words that lift people up, tell them what they mean to you, now while they are here in front of you. At the time, I didn’t know why I was moved to write that long letter, but now I know God spoke to me that day. The writer, Andre Dubus III once said in an interview with Oprah Winfrey that his father, Andre Dubus II told him that the job of a writer is to show up, take up his pen and wait for God to start writing.

Thank you God, for telling my dad how much I love him and how proud I am to be his daughter while he was still here with me to receive that.

I miss my dad everyday, but even though I can’t hug him in heaven, I know he is with me all the time. Love really transcends death, and I am certain of that. Happy 25 years of being free of earthly pain, Daddy. Have a scotch on me. 🙂 ?

Reiki By Vivienne

My Life Is Speaking to Me

Hello there, Vivienne here, wanting to share with you this beautiful painting by a dear friend of mine, in response to my prayer that God give me an unexpected sign.

On Sunday I received a totally unexpected phone call from this dear friend asking me to drop by because she would like me to pick something up.

Upon arriving at her home, she began to speak with tears in her eyes about how much she misses our heart to heart connection lately.

She went on to say that my words and our chats had gotten her through some tough times in the past. She had been inspired by my spirituality and my faith and how I had spoken about God.

The amazing thing about this seeming coincidence, is that in my morning & evening meditation guided by Joe Dispenza, where my focus is shifting to, in Joe’s words, “Living my life defined as a vision of the future instead of the memories of the past”.

My friend was holding something behind her back while she spoke. Eventually she pulled out this gorgeous painting, which I thought she bought for me.

Meditation Room Painting, by Sue for ReikiByVivienne, Living Life With Best Intention

My friend then went on to tell me the story of the painting. She explained that she was online looking for something to paint when this one popped up on the side bar and that, in her words, “It was like the good Lord said to me, you should paint this for your friend, for all the times she has inspired you and lifted you up”. So she painted this for me to let me know that she loves me and never wants me to feel alone. We cried, we hugged and we told each other that we love each other. She said that her inspiration told her to paint this for my meditation room.

Like most women, I wear many hats. I AM a Reiki Master. I am also an Internet Marketer, with the dharma of inspiring others to be all that they can be. So in my meditation, I was guided to ask God for a sign, one that would come unexpectedly, one that I would know came from Him that would inspire me to do that which I did to inspire me to do it again and again.

This I know for sure. The timing and apparition of this gift are my confirmation that I am exactly where I am supposed to be at exactly the right time. My life is always speaking to me and yours is too. For this woman who has been through so much in her own life to express to me that my presence in it and something I said made her journey better, was such a huge, confirming, surprising sign on my divine path, that I absolutely know it is the answer to a prayer. When I sent a photo of the picture to my family, my sister said it is beautiful, as did my mother, who also said, “She’s guiding you”.

Until next time, pay attention to the signs that your life is speaking to you. It is important that when you ask for something in meditation, prayer or thought, that you listen and watch for the answer.




Yoga For Bedtime ~ YUMMY sleepy time yoga


For those of you who have trouble sleeping. Fortunately, I have never had that problem 😉 Here is, in her own words, Yoga For Bedtime ~ YUMMY sleepy time yoga from Yoga with Adrienne.

I watched this in the afternoon, after my lunch today and oh my even sitting here at my PC, I have been reduced to total relaxation.

Thank you so much, Adrienne. What a lovely, YUMMY way to end the day.

I recommend this for ALL my Reiki clients, students who are currently writing exams and facing graduation stress, young mothers and just all my brothers and sisters who need this connection to the breath.

Don’t let this relaxing 20 minutes fool you. It is powerful and life-changing.

Until next time,


Vivienne A.K.A VivBounty

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