In Loving Memory of Martin Elyshevitz

Today is the one year anniversary of the passing of my father-in-law, Marty Elyshevitz. He was 79 years old. Dad’s view of New Age was typical for his generation. He thought it silly, unfounded, and utterly without value. When Dad’s mother transitioned (passed away) we talked a bit about reincarnation. I suspected his tense body language had little to do with the Shiva crate on which he was sitting.

He didn’t believe reincarnation was possible. I wanted him to think about the possibility that our loved ones don’t leave us. They are just beyond the veil. But this concept did not bring him comfort. In a very matter of fact manner he said “When you die, you die.” So be it. I wasn’t willing to force my spiritual opinion on him.

Years later I would once again try to bring him comfort, but this time it was he who was dying. Dad died from prostate cancer last February. The entire family visited him in the hospital for months hoping for a miracle. Dad couldn’t speak, couldn’t acknowledge us, but I’m sure he knew we were there. My in-laws, my husband, my son, and I each took a turn whispering in Dad’s ear telling him not to worry we would all take care of Mom. Eventually, after a long battle, he let go.

Dad has only visited me in one dream. That's okay. I know he has so much to do and enjoy on the other side. My husband has spotted him quite a number of times, and this makes me very happy. I know Jeff misses his father's physical presence.

The world is not the same without Marty Elyshevitz. I’m not sure if he found his purpose in life while he was here in this dimension. He knew that we loved him, and we knew that he loved us and would do anything for us. And that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?

I love you Dad.
Emily
xoxox