This is a picture of my father and my daugher, Shana, taken a few years back. My dad had been a magician of sorts and was teaching Shana a card trick.
My father passed away on January 2, 2010, but today would have been his 90th birthday. I received an afterlife message from my dad last week. I had asked him if he thought that I had taken good care of my mother. She passed away this past July. Anyone who saw me with my mom those last few dying weeks would witness how I acted like a four-year-old,who was watching her mommy die. I would hold her hand and say, “Mommy, you look so pretty. Mommy, I love you.” I would climb into her hospital bed that was now in her bedroom at home and lie beside her and take a nap. Anyway, the next day in the Washington Post was a story about Rob Gutro, a meteorologist who works as the deputy news chief at Nasa’s Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, who also happens to, like me, talk to the dead. The story was about some of the experiences and contacts Mr. Gutro has had with the dead. The example he gave of afterlife communication was an experience he had had this summer, when driving to a wake. He heard a man’s voice calling, “Cindy Lou.” Now, most of you don’t know that my real name is Cindi Louise, and when I was little (only up to the age of five, since after that my kindegarden teacher made fun of my name, and I came to hate it and refused to allow anyone to ever utter that name again), but back in the day, my parents affectionately called me, “Cindi Lou.” Those of you who knew me as a children’s entertainer also know that when I was a clown, I used the name, “Cindi Lou.” I sort of made peace with that name, since I took it out of the closet and playfully began using it over a twenty year period, on a regular basis, in my clowning performances! Well, the message that Mr. Gutro got from the dead man talking was this, ” Cindy Lou … your dad said, ‘Thank you for taking good care of your mom.'” Needless, to say, chills went up and down my body when I read that! The only other person who still calls me “Cindi Lou” is my brother, Chris, who I hadn’t spoken to in more than thirty years. Since my parents’ passing, we have been in touch and every email he writes starts out with, “Cindi Lou.” If you would like to read the whole story, and it is fascinating, click on this link:http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/10/28/AR2010102804028.html
Happy Birthday in heaven, Daddy, and give Mommy and Jesus a kiss for me.
A message from earth to heaven from your grown-up, daughter, Cindi Lou