Dear God/ess, Ulysses is reminding me of my father lately. He is quiet, patient, kind and preoccupied with his own stuff.

I feel as if my dad is communicating with me through the dear soul of my dog.

Mukunda reminded me of my mother. He was outspoken, demanded to get all of his needs met, and he over shadowed Ulysses, just like my mom did with my dad. But dad used to simply go into his stereo room and meditate to jazz music.

When my mother died, Dad came into his own until dementia gradually eased him out of this dimension.

Ulysses came into his own the moment he watched as Mukunda passed on. He has never looked for him because he knows what happened to him. Now he has my full attention and he basks in the joyful sunshine of every golden moment because he is, after all, the Golden Child.

He sits and looks quietly into my eyes, soulfully and angelically, and I suddenly feel my dad around.

Hi there, Dad! How nice to see you again, old friend!

I remember our friendship deepened after my mother’s passing. We had long telephone conversations. I visited him several times a week. He told me one deep dark secret that I know he never told anyone else.

Now that I know that our dear departed loved ones speak to us through our animals, I just want to say, “Hello In There! You are friend to all the seasons of Life!”

Om, Peace, Amen

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