A short visit to my father turned out to be another blessed moment with him.

Asleep at midday, I sat beside him in silence, holding his hand.

He squeezed my finger, letting me know he acknowledges my presence.

I stroke his forehead and he gently smiles.

I then place my hand on his chest and start stroking him gently.

He utters, “feels good” with a smile of content on his face.

How I cherish these gentle moments with my father.

How I wish he realizes how much his words and gestures strengthen me.

I remain grateful and blessed beyond words.

His love and affection lingers deep within me.

Past Life Regression.

Have you ever tried this?

It does help resolve haunting issues of the past.

At least for me, PLR has done me good.

The process has brought me clarity with unexplainable present encounters.

PLR has also helped me bring closure to instances that I was unable to make sense of.

In essence, past life regression does help with lingering trauma.

Deep inner emotional trauma that the conscious life can’t seem to reach.

When I am awake, all is well.

It’s when I fall asleep my subconscious wakes.

My mind travels into another dimension.

It’s not always easy for me to understand, thus, PLR.

A gentle reminder though.

PLR resonates with me, however one may find it odd or strange.

You have to trust in your semi-conscious state.

Whatever comes to surface is it.

A different time and place, unfamiliar and a long, long time ago.

Just acknowledge what you see and it will all make sense in the end.

I do believe that I have arrived at a calm place in my life today because of PLR.

Unresolved issues have found it’s closure.

It’s a journey that has brought me peace within.

May you find your peace and calm too.

A friend’s father passed away.

She was overwhelmed with regret.

Could have called or visited more often.

Should have, could have or would have.

I sat in silence.

I asked myself, “do I have any regrets?”

There still is time.

To turn regrets into memories.

I am grateful to have no regrets with my father.

I look back at the years and I am filled with wonderful moments with him.

We all love in different ways.

No one loves better than the other.

Every waking moment reminds me that time is what I make of it.

Do I have any regrets?

No regrets.

Just keep on loving every day, every moment and deeply.

Every day is love.

A thought, a prayer, well wishes.

This for me is love with no regrets.

What a joy it is for me to hear my father say, “thank you Rina.”

It’s affirmation that he still recognizes my voice.

Touch and sound of one’s voice keeps him company.

Barry Manilow’s music is playing as he sways gently tapping his hand on mine.

A gentle massage on his forehead and scratching his back bring him comfort.

Dialysis makes his skin itch.

He sits on his wheelchair facing the sun and the glorious morning view outside.

Unfortunately, his eyes remain shut.

I remind him that it’s Sunday morning and he is home.

Knowing that he is home brings him a sense of familiarity and safety.

Barry Manilow’s repertoire comes to an end.

It’s time for me to say goodbye.

“Gotta go dad, I’ll be back soon.”

“Thank you, Rina.”

Three words I will carry with me until my next visit to him.