My Father Foretold
Name: Randy Lee Email: firstname.lastname@example.org Location: Kensington neighborhood, San Diego Type: Channeling Date: Thursday, February 10, 2000 Time: 02:54 PM
It was a warm September night in 1994. I was sitting on the side of my bed in my home in La Mesa, California. I clearly heard my father's voice speak to me as if he was sitting on the bed next to me.
My father lived about twelve miles from my home. He was a retired local television producer, had been in very poor and failing health for several years. He was a diabetic with a diagnosis of congestive heart failure. He had gone through one bypass already and was not a candidate for another procedure. My father was 6'3" 250lbs, and a outdoorsman all his life. He could hardly ambulate without assistance. He could not tolerate the prospect of a pending amputation of his legs due to diabetes. He had been vocalizing suicidal ideations for several months.
I hadn't been on really close terms with either of my parents for several months. On the evening of the event, my parents were at home in their 1910 built home in the upscale neighborhood of Kensington in central San Diego City. I had spoken to my father that morning. He sounded no worse than usual. The typical complaints and bitching about his condition were mentioned.
Well, back to that warm summer night. Sitting on the side of my bed, talking my shoes off, I heard in a loud and clear baritone voice, my father say, "I am going to kill myself." Those were the only words he spoke. Unthinking, I responded out loud to him, "Go ahead dad, do it." I felt very dizzy and unsteady after the dialogue. I continued to get undressed, went to bed and promptly fell asleep.
I never really understood why I responded to him with that statement; possibly because he was in such poor health and too proud to bear the future, I really still don't know why.
At 4:33 AM my pager summoned me. It was from brother, an off duty San Diego Police Detective, notifying me of a "...family emergency...".
Another odd element of this story is when I phoned my brother, and he told me my father had shot himself , I told him, "...I already know..." It was very spooky.
I have no idea what type of event I experienced that night. I clearly heard my father speak to me as if he was a few feet away from me.
I think about this incident frequently. I work in television as my father did. Being a newsman I have a ongoing need to know and understand. This event in my life I do not understand. It bothers me