Love from the other side of the veil...

My father has been dead for over 30 years. I am grateful I have Clareaudio. I heard my father one night ( I was still in Arizona then) call me by nickname, (he has his own way of saying it) I tilted my head upward,( I was laying across my bed). I waited for the few as in (3) or more (8) it is amazing how conversation can become condensed in a few words.
There were no more words, I did not dismiss it, I just set it aside. In the period of 30 days, my father called me ( it was HIS voice) 3 times in a span of 3-4 weeks, the last call
sounded as if someone one yanked him and said look, I told you only three times (LOL)..I called my sister each time it happened and asked if (fathers name) had come by her in a dream..we all recognize we each have something different (I called her from AZ). She had not had any dreams, or smells come by. I was puzzled.
I got a call from my sister towards the end of the month saying she found we had two more sisters on our fathers side (Ohhhhh) ironically she had been having lunch with a cousin of one of the two sisters for over a year!!! My sister (as she explained) said you look just like a family (Name) I know...the woman replies I am....my sister fell out of her chair and I almost dropped the phone (when she told me the story), He came to me because he knew I could hear him and eventually I would figured it out. I almost dropped my phone when she told me. I took a trip back home to Philadelphia, (where I am now, moved back) and there we were, all of us(all five) and yes you could tell we were related. It was thrilling to say the least, it made all of us feel connected and loved. My newer two sister said they had been praying for a lot of years, (we range in age from 22 to 62, me being the oldest) apparently it was brought to my fathers attention or he heard the prayers...and picked me to be the conduit. Around the first or second week, I was back in AZ and it was a lazy warm morning, I was laying in contemplation across my bed and my father cleary and loudly with emotion (a smile on his face is what I felt)..He said Thank you!!
Death is truly, as I explained to my youngest son when he asked me about death, it is like comming in from playing outside (planet earth) and you go to your mom's bed (it is always the most comfortable in the energy of love) and you pass out. When you wake up you are in your own bed which is in another room. It is I feel simple, gentle that way, Love has no doors, between life as we know it and death as we sometimes think it is.