Yesterday was my dad’s birthday. He would have been 66 years young, and I had a moment. I felt a disconnect, so I scheduled an emergency reading to get confirmation of what I was picking up, and now I understand why.
I realized my dad is still truly my dad. That feeling, like he was mad at me or acting “weird,” was really him calling me out in his own way. In the reading, it came through like: “You’re calling on deities you didn’t call me.” Not because he had a problem with me working with deities, but because he wanted to know why I stopped checking in with him.
Honestly, I owe him a drink and a cigar.
I feel grateful and affirmed. I’m still my daddy’s princess, and he still has my back. Has anyone else been through something like this?