Sunday, 25 November 2018 20:49

A Visit From Quinton

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Whenever I have a procedure and am under an anesthetic, I wonder if Quinton will visit, no matter the procedure. I had my microfracture surgery on a knee in 2010, a couple of colonoscopies and recently a full shoulder replacement.  Each time, I go to sleep looking somebody in the eyes and each time I wake with no memory of a visit.

A full shoulder replacement is a major surgery and everybody told me recovery would basically be awful. Surgery lasted a little more than an hour after starting at 9:00 a.m. on Friday, November 2nd. I was in recovery a little after 10:00.  Kristine said she had just settled down in the waiting room when she was called back.  The recovery room was no big deal; I discovered that a nerve block is a really good thing as my whole left arm was numb, especially my fingers.  As the day progressed, and as I progressed, the IV was removed from my right wrist, I got up and went to the bathroom and did a lap down the hall to step up some practice stairs.  By the end of the day, I was deemed ready to go home.

The hospital, doctor and doctor’s team had communicated very well. Because of their forceful comments, I understood that I had to start my paid meds prior to the nerve block wearing off.  They provided some pretty graphic tales of men (only men), who felt so good that they waited too late to start the pain meds.  I have learned that the rules and directions actually do apply to me, so I obeyed.  We made it home and I started my pain management.  Pain management and ice where my friends for a couple of days.  My close relationship with ice ended up lasting much longer than two days.

Saturday morning, something wondrous happened. I sensed a presence on my left and recognized it was our son, Quinton. This time I spoke with him through my thoughts.  I told him that I recognize him dropping in from time to time through our grandson, Salvador Quinton.  And our son Quinton acknowledged it to be true.  This question I had for him as based upon a conversation Kristine and I had just a week prior and we both agreed that he does drop in but still, it was good for him to acknowledge it.

Since I was in a bit of a dialogue with my son and I didn’t want to waste the opportunity, I asked him about Heaven. I asked him what it was like.  I sent him images of our mountain paradise where he was raised, the Arizona home where we currently live and an image of Rocky Point to signify the beach, and asked him which he preferred. He explained that Heaven can be whatever we want it to be and indicated that he preferred his Heaven to be in the pine trees.  At that point, I questioned myself and began to wonder if I was imagining all of this.  In that moment I remembered that our connections to our loved ones can feel just like that, so subtle and gentle that it feels like our imagination at times, so I went with it.

The connection was weakening as I asked a combination question, asking what is next and am I done yet?  My best impression of the answer is, I am not done yet.  While I have always wanted to change the world by getting more to wake up, that isn’t my path or purpose.  When I look at my daughter and grandchildren, this is my remaining purpose.  To see how my presence allows them to heal and grow, is a gift beyond measure.  While I still have the addiction of wanting to accomplish more in the world, my family needs me.    As I watch them grow, as I see how they react to the Christ spark in me, I know I have arrived.

Namaste

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