So, I'm going to start off by saying that those that know me, know me to be a perfectly sane human being. I get up, I wash my hair, and I go to work on a regular basis. However, I am known to be somewhat animated.
This gets me to my Dear Canucks. For I need to start at the beginning in order for this to be clear.
So, there I was sitting in my usual spot, in my cozies, watching the game. The score became 2-0 and I just couldn't watch it anymore. Wouldn't you know I took my animated self out the door to a dear friend's home (one of my Fab Four) because I couldn't stand myself screaming at the television anymore (and for that matter neither could be my husband).
Well, wouldn't you know the most amazing thing has happened. As you all know, I am a Medium. Like it or Lump it, I truly do see loved ones family who have passed on. It drives me crazy when I feel the need to not talk about it because "I fear" what other people will think. Well. Guess what? Not that long ago, knowing what I was able to do, and as discussed in a previous blog, I set up a signal with my dad so he would let me know when he was around. I picked the most outrageous song "F'in Perfect" by Pink.
One day I said to dad. "Okay, here's the deal dad. I miss you, and sometimes I need to know that you're around. So, I'm picking 'F'in Perfect' by Pink". And here's where I say we must get specific when requesting to hear from our loved ones passed. "What I ask you to do dad, is pick it in an instant, not in a playlist". And I spoke about how I wanted it to be on the radio/satellite/insertwhateverfandangledgadgethere when I first stepped into the car and turned the key on, or if I walked into a store and it was playing. That is pretty specific if you ask me.
And so, yep, you guessed it. As I stepped into the car after stepping out from the visit, guess what played? THE SONG.
As an aside, just knowthat I adore that I have this ability. Only because I don't have to worry about seeing my dad in my sleep. I rarely get people in my sleep. It's because they are with me in the daytime. Matter of fact, I am never truly alone. That's why I shut down for awhile. I'm still learning the delicate balance. So, now that I'm back in better shape then ever. Here we go.
So anyways, as I was driving home I noticed something. Noticed something very unusual. There were people driving cars around with Canuck's flags (ours included), people out on their lawns with sullen faces and Canucks gear on, clearly lamenting the woes of the last two games, and the worry over whether they do what I firmly BELIEVE they can do. I realized I was feeling in that slump, and feeling in that slump looking at other people in a slump means but one thing. It is time to believe.
What we need to stop and realize, is that sometimes, all we need is a little faith. A faith in ourselves. A faith in others. And right now, of the utmost importance, FAITH IN THE CANUCKS.
Regardless of who might be your favorite team in the United States or anywhere, it is time to BELIEVE in our "hometown boys". I have faith.
I have faith that I know that was my dad sending me a message for everyone to believe that he is around and we truly can communicate with our passed loved ones.
I also know that of anyone, my dad was the biggest wagonhopper. I like the Canucks, I don't like the Canucks. At Game two of the Finals, my brother and his girlfriend "Brought" dad along for a ride. Shortly after they "brought dad out" to sit on a knee, you scored the tie goal taking it to overtime. Then it came time for overtime. Dad came out, and Burrows made that beautiful wraparound.
He would have wanted to be there after watching you guys play this year. You are our CANADIAN team. And now you need us now, more than ever.
I will tell you this one thing. I have watched you now for four years Dear Canucks (and thanks to my amazing newest members known as my in-laws). And I will never stop being your fan. You have played one hell of a Season.
I Believe.
This gets me to my Dear Canucks. For I need to start at the beginning in order for this to be clear.
So, there I was sitting in my usual spot, in my cozies, watching the game. The score became 2-0 and I just couldn't watch it anymore. Wouldn't you know I took my animated self out the door to a dear friend's home (one of my Fab Four) because I couldn't stand myself screaming at the television anymore (and for that matter neither could be my husband).
Well, wouldn't you know the most amazing thing has happened. As you all know, I am a Medium. Like it or Lump it, I truly do see loved ones family who have passed on. It drives me crazy when I feel the need to not talk about it because "I fear" what other people will think. Well. Guess what? Not that long ago, knowing what I was able to do, and as discussed in a previous blog, I set up a signal with my dad so he would let me know when he was around. I picked the most outrageous song "F'in Perfect" by Pink.
One day I said to dad. "Okay, here's the deal dad. I miss you, and sometimes I need to know that you're around. So, I'm picking 'F'in Perfect' by Pink". And here's where I say we must get specific when requesting to hear from our loved ones passed. "What I ask you to do dad, is pick it in an instant, not in a playlist". And I spoke about how I wanted it to be on the radio/satellite/insertwhateverfandangledgadgethere when I first stepped into the car and turned the key on, or if I walked into a store and it was playing. That is pretty specific if you ask me.
And so, yep, you guessed it. As I stepped into the car after stepping out from the visit, guess what played? THE SONG.
As an aside, just knowthat I adore that I have this ability. Only because I don't have to worry about seeing my dad in my sleep. I rarely get people in my sleep. It's because they are with me in the daytime. Matter of fact, I am never truly alone. That's why I shut down for awhile. I'm still learning the delicate balance. So, now that I'm back in better shape then ever. Here we go.
So anyways, as I was driving home I noticed something. Noticed something very unusual. There were people driving cars around with Canuck's flags (ours included), people out on their lawns with sullen faces and Canucks gear on, clearly lamenting the woes of the last two games, and the worry over whether they do what I firmly BELIEVE they can do. I realized I was feeling in that slump, and feeling in that slump looking at other people in a slump means but one thing. It is time to believe.
What we need to stop and realize, is that sometimes, all we need is a little faith. A faith in ourselves. A faith in others. And right now, of the utmost importance, FAITH IN THE CANUCKS.
Regardless of who might be your favorite team in the United States or anywhere, it is time to BELIEVE in our "hometown boys". I have faith.
I have faith that I know that was my dad sending me a message for everyone to believe that he is around and we truly can communicate with our passed loved ones.
I also know that of anyone, my dad was the biggest wagonhopper. I like the Canucks, I don't like the Canucks. At Game two of the Finals, my brother and his girlfriend "Brought" dad along for a ride. Shortly after they "brought dad out" to sit on a knee, you scored the tie goal taking it to overtime. Then it came time for overtime. Dad came out, and Burrows made that beautiful wraparound.
He would have wanted to be there after watching you guys play this year. You are our CANADIAN team. And now you need us now, more than ever.
I will tell you this one thing. I have watched you now for four years Dear Canucks (and thanks to my amazing newest members known as my in-laws). And I will never stop being your fan. You have played one hell of a Season.
I Believe.
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