Annette Pieper Your Harmonic Life Specialist

Today is the 5th anniversary of my father’s death. I miss him terribly. Today I decided to go to the cemetary and take some flowers to his grave as I did not make it for Memorial Day. I went out into my yard and cut some Bearded Iris. We always called these flowers “flags” when I was growing up and every year on Memorial Day, we would take old coffee cans, cover them in foil, put some rocks in the bottom to weigh them down and put “flags” in them and take them to my grandparents graves. This was a big anchor for me this morning. I could smell the sweet smell of the iris as I cut them and it reminded me of my childhood and my dad because he always grew the most beautiful “flags”.

I headed over to the cemetary and put the flowers in the vase. I stayed there for just a minute. I don’t get a feeling of my dad at the cemetary. It does not really have an anchor for me and I don’t feel his spirit there so I left and went to where my dad is…at his home.

When I got there my mom was away at church so I unlocked the garage door and as soon as I walked in I began to tear up and sob. This is where my dad is…in his garage and his yard and his shop and his shed. As soon as I was hit with the smell of gas, oil and the smell of a man’s garage, I could feel my dad with me. As soon as I spotted his car repair manuals, his Crystal Gayle poster and his Nascar posters, my dad was with me. This is a huge anchor for me and it never fails whenever I walk into my dad’s garage, I feel my dad.

I wanted to honor my dad today and I felt that a trip to the cemetary would do the trick but as I left there, I knew that was not the best way to honor my dad. I stopped at the store afterwards and purchased a large bouquet of flowers and took them to my mom to comfort her and remind her of how much I love her and how truly blessed I feel to have her in my life. My mom returned home right as I was leaving. I gave her a big hug and told her I loved her and gave her the flowers.

That’s the best way I know to honor my dad.

Namaste,

Annette