In December of 1990 I was living in New York City trying to make it in the rock music industry. The last time I saw my sister, D'Lea (pronounced "Duh-Lee"), was the year before when she visited us. One morning as I was getting ready for my day job I received the phone call no brother ever wants to receive. It was my mother saying three words I will never forget.
"Todd, she's gone."
And so began my new life. The life where my beautiful sister was no longer on this earth. D'Lea was one of those rare people that everyone loved. She had an incredibly caring Soul. I know we tend to only remember the positives about people and conveniently forget the negatives when a person dies, but I can honestly say my sister didn't have very many negative qualities. She was a soft, sweet, caring Soul that was apparently only meant to walk this earth for 25 years in this incarnation.
She cared deeply for me and nurtured me almost like a second mom. We were very close. We had both grown up in an abusive home after our parents divorced and when my mother remarried, our teen years were spent in a volatile home thanks to our step dad.
Which is why it wasn't any surprise (looking back now) that even in death she wanted to take care of me by letting me know she was okay. Now at the time I didn't know who was trying to call. It all started when I was alone in the apartment one night, not long after her accident. It was exactly 12:00AM when the phone rang. (I know this because I had a digital clock next to me with those big red digital display numbers).
I picked it up and heard what sounded like this loud white noise. Like TV static back in the day when you would turn the channel and it was just a static screen. "Hello? Hello?" Nothing. Not thinking much of it, I hung up and went back to bed. Then the phone rang again. I looked at the clock. 12:15AM. Same thing, loud static. Living in NYC at the time I started thinking maybe it was a band mate calling from a subway station and a subway was going by as they called. But I never did hear anything other than static.
Every time I would go back to bed, like clockwork (literally!), every 15 minutes on the dot, the phone would ring. 12:30AM, 12:45AM, 1:00AM, 1:15AM and so on. At this point, I KNEW it was my sister. Goosebumps came over me in that knowing only you can quantify without knowing how it is you know something. You just do.
This went on at precise 15 minute increments until the final phone call at 3AM. Then it stopped for good.
At the time I didn't know about spirits using the phone sometimes to try to contact loved ones from beyond. Then I came across a book a few years later that described my experience nearly to a tee. I'm not sure why she was unable to make her voice audible above the white noise... Perhaps her Soul was too new to the other dimension and wasn't able to project enough energy. No matter. In the end, I know it was her trying to tell me she was okay.
I had many wonderful contact dreams from her in the following few years after her passing. At one point, I attended a psychic reading with a panel of respected psychics from the North East region of the US. They were providing readings using psychometry. I brought the framed photo D'Lea had given me of herself just a year before she passed. Which if you knew my sister, that in and of itself was incredible as she hated her photo being taken, but inexplicably, she had portraits of herself taken that she gave to her closest family and friends not long before her accident. That alone still blows my mind.
I raised my hand and offered the framed photo to the row of psychics. The information they provided me was nothing short of astounding.
The feeling of cold signifying the person is no longer in the earth realm.
The passing was due to a car accident involving a large truck of some sort.
(Yes, she was killed instantly on a rainy evening coming home and didn't see the semi-truck that was parked half in the road from mechanical trouble)
It was quick, she showed them "lights out" meaning she didn't suffer.
She was with a father figure and they are holding hands. The father figure had heart trouble of some sort causing his death.
(Correct, my father died 6 months after D'Lea in a car accident and we believe it was a broken heart that caused the accident)
I always gravitated towards the unknown and the paranormal but my interest in spirituality, metaphysics, consciousness and Life after Death didn't accelerate until after they died. In the years since I have had a full blown Awakening and my sister gets all the credit. While I am still struggling with the human part of myself and far from perfect, all of the good within me and my desire to always strive to be a better father, husband, friend, son and man is due to her influence, both while she was still on earth and even now in the afterlife.
The day we are reunited again will be one sweet day indeed.