As the holiday season approaches and this year comes to an end, it is hard not to think about my dad, Robert Powers, who passed away in September.  There was part of me that did not want to go back to doing medium readings after he died.  I felt too sad.  When I finally started up again, I realized my dad was right there with me.  His spirit was supporting me and loving me just as he did when he was alive.  What a gift to have him so close by!  I love you, Dad!

The holidays can be tough when you lose a loved, but our loving memories of those who have died is what brings peace to our hearts.  I wanted to share the tribute that I wrote for my dad.  I hope it helps you to know how close by spirit is everyday.  Wishing all of you a happy, joyful, and peaceful holiday season!

My Dad…

“On behalf of our family, my siblings, and my dearest mom, Gini, we want to thank you all for being here, supporting us, loving us, and most importantly, celebrating our dad, Robert Powers.  He was a wonderful man; his heart was big; his spirit was strong, and his love for each us was unwavering.   We love you Dad!

In thinking about what I wanted to share, I thought I needed to go sit in a quiet place to think and meditate.  Being at 310 Wentworth Avenue – a Powers household and a gathering spot for the Powers extended family – finding a place to sit with my quiet thoughts and feelings soon became impossible.  We Powers are not known for being quiet.  So I decided to sit amongst the chatter of our family and work on this tribute to him.

I realized how my dad in spirit must be loving all of his family coming together. I realized that this was it – the loud, the laughing, the reminiscing, the singing, the life – this was my father.  This was his gift to us and this is how we celebrate him.  And the beauty is that we will carry this with us always and forever in our hearts – in every bit of joy and every bit of laughter.  He has taught me – us – how to remember him.  Thank you Dad! 

As you’ve heard throughout these services, my dad was not one to find pause.  He was always go, go, go.  When he was a printer, he worked 12 hours a night, 6 nights a week and then he’d spend his days painting the house.  My mom said that he always had a paint brush in his hand.

As the years passed, though, I got to see a different side of him as I would go for a visit and sit with him in the living room.  He would ask me about work; how it was going; we would just catch up.  I would say goodbye and tell him I loved him. He would always say, “Go slow, Molly.”  “Okay Dad, I will go slow.” 

My dad had started to slow down.  Maybe it was his heart that slowed him down, and later in his life it was his mind that slowed him down.  Soon he would slow down completely, as he did this past Wednesday afternoon when he finally passed away.  

Our dad’s message to all of us is to “Go slow…”  Take a pause; enjoy life; love each other, and stick together.

The love he had for each of us will remain in our hearts forever. This love never dies. Take a pause; remember that his spirit will be with each of us always. This love is what we feel when we feel his presence in the room, or when we see a bird in the yard and think that it is him.  This love is what will help heal our grief and our sadness. Take a pause and smile, and know that our dad is smiling down on all of us.”