Sometimes strange things happen. Like this morning.
My wife's father passed away last week after a tough battle with cancer. We were all there in Missouri for his last days, something everyone will be so thankful to have had as the healing process begins.
I flew back home late last night. I struggled north on 101 and through the craziness that is driving in San Francisco. I finally hit the redwood trees of Samual P. Taylor State Park. That is when my healing began. There is something about this place I get to call home. The redwoods, the ocean, the animals, all of it. How lucky I am.
Then, the strange thing happened. I went to bed at 1am, hoping for a late morning sleep. I was up at 6:30am. In my car in the dark, heading into the National Seashore. Why, I don't know. I needed sleep more than seeing another bobcat. But there I was. 10 minutes later I found myself parked below the tree I told my wife I wanted my ashes to be spread under when I passed. A place I have sat 50 times, probably more. I looked up at the tree and staring back at me was a bobcat.
Chills ran down my spine and my hair stood up. My normal reaction is to get my camera ready. But I never reached for it. I just sat there staring at it. It staring at me. Who knows how much time passed. Maybe 15 minutes. Maybe more. But I felt a calm come over me. So much so that I closed my eyes. My thoughts turned to day dreams. And when I opened my eyes, he was gone.
I sat for 15 more minutes. Thinking. I felt good. I felt happy. I felt home.