Like a Thief in the Night – Marv Crosses Over

It’s only been a few months since we received the news of our friend Marv’s passing. Death does come like a thief in the night; we all think that we will have more time to say what needs to be said. How untrue!

Trent and I had planned on visiting Marv the weekend that followed his untimely passing, and now there isn’t another chance to show him how much we truly did care. Everyone has regrets and generally we are given another chance to right these missed opportunities in our lives. Unfortunately in this case there is no righting our missed visit. Marv passed away on May 28, 2015, after a battle with ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease or Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis).

Marv & Pat Klenk and Family

Marv & Pat Klenk
and Family

Marv was a top notch husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle, son and friend. He lived his life to the fullest right up to the end. Marv had a work ethic unlike anyone I’ve known. If there was a job to do, you could always count on Marv to get it done. Marv also played as hard as he worked; he loved a good time with family and friends, and if he was in your company, you could rest assured that you’d be making memories that would have you laughing for years to come. Marv was an outdoor enthusiast through every Canadian season, as well. His love of big game hunting, along with fishing both in summer and winter, had him always searching for the record breaker.

Marv was a dear friend to both my husband Trent and I. Our friendship with Marv and his wife, Pat, has lasted a little over 27 years. I first met the couple shortly after our daughter, Branelle, was born. They owned and operated the Shell Bulk Fuel depot in Melfort. I was hired as a bookkeeper and over the course of 10 years I worked alongside both of them, as well as with Marv’s brother, Dave. These three individuals taught me numerous aspects of business management and accounting, which in turn helped me keep our farms accounting books in order. I owe them many thanks for the knowledge I gained while working for them.

The Zwingli Harvest Crew September 14, 2012

The Zwingli Harvest Crew
September 14, 2012

A few years into our relationship with the Klenks, Trent and I realized that Marv had a true love for farming. I had also been told that you can’t mix work relationships and friendships. Well, the four of us proved that theory wrong. I worked for them and Marv helped my husband farm. We both had the help we needed and when we weren’t working you probably would have found us socializing together.

Over the past 10 years we haven’t been in Marv and Pat’s company as often. Our lives have taken us in different directions because of the age of our children. They have many beautiful grandchildren that get their full attention, and that’s the way it should be. We haven’t started the grandparent stage of our lives yet, so we tend to run with a different crowd.

We received the news of Marv’s passing on Thursday morning at about 8:30 a.m. The sudden reality sent Trent and I into shock and a deep sadness. Marv battled this disease for about four years, with his unfailing wife by his side. We all wondered how his previously happy, healthy life could change so quickly. We’ve all had time to prepare for Marv’s passing but for some crazy reason we figured we’d get to see him again…we thought we would have time for another visit.

After hearing the sad news I figured I’d better let our children know. They had spent many hours in the Klenk house and I know that they will be feeling our pain. I texted Brennon and Branelle the details and the strangest thing happened. During my conversation with Brennon, we had decided to send the family a dish garden instead of flowers. I love these gardens because they last a lot longer than flowers…you have a living bouquet. Man Hunting ElkI went to suggest the arrangement and glanced down on my iPhone screen to proofread what I had typed before I hit send and instead of typing dish garden it corrected it to fish garden. I glanced down on my phone and realized that the d and f are side by side so that must have been a finger slip-up. Brennon and I both decided that our whole family would go in on the dish garden for their family. I was just ready to send Brennon another text when I stopped myself once more. I had typed our daughter’s name Branelle in the text message and to my amazement me and elks  was in her name’s place. Okay, this is definitely not a typo, I thought, this is a divine connection. Marv was a fisherman and a hunter. He was getting his message through to me loud and clear. He was very much okay in this new heavenly realm and he was grateful—for him, heaven is truly an outdoor enthusiast’s dream.

Later in the day Trent and I headed into town to visit the family. I shared this texting incident with them; we all had a good laugh at how Marv had made his spirit known. I also know within the next weeks, months and years Marv will continue to connect with the people he has loved during his life here on earth. To those who loved him: He is only a whisper away, talk to him often.

I’m sure there are people that will read this and think it’s all just a coincidence, but I know better. My NDE two years ago taught me to think with my soul, not with what mankind might call common sense or logic. Nothing is common or logical in the afterlife and everything or anything is possible. When our souls have moved into the heavenly realm there are no boundaries. Love will keep us united for an eternity. We just have to open up our earthly minds and allow the souls that have departed stop by and visit.

Ask, listen and be watchful

Shelley Transparent Signature

Summer 2012 – Heavenly Creatures (Part II)

(Continued from Summer 2012 – Heavenly Creatures)

The butterfly visits were how our summer began but that wasn’t how it ended. We had many visitors over the summer—butterflies, hummingbirds, rabbits and dragonflies. The more we believed in what we were witnessing, the more nature seemed to open up the heavenly gates to a silent conversation between us.

The summer of 2012 was also a summer that I vowed to become more active. Our winters in Canada are very long and chilly, so I needed to make the most out of the short summer season (July & August) that we have. I promised myself that I was going to go for a run through the cabins three to five days a week. Little did my husband Trent realize that I had also signed him up for the same activity; I will say, though, he was a good sport about it! I find it much easier to exercise when there’s a buddy alongside me. So, Trent and I would usually head out for our 30-minute run at about 9:00 a.m. every other morning.

The month of August was upon us and summer was quickly slipping by. Our final run was one we will both remember fondly. It was a sunny day and the temperature hadn’t broken 20 degrees Celsius yet. We headed north down the road in front of our cabin and then decided to take the quieter road behind the cabins that is usually less travelled but this morning was the exception.   As we left the view of the cabins behind there was an encounter over which I’m still in awe.

Dragonfly LandscapeNature has a way of showing us that heaven does sometimes come down to earth. As we ran down the back road we noticed the sun’s rays hitting the dewy leaves on the trees and adding a shimmer to the wet grass in the ditch. With every step Trent and I took, a host of dragonflies would lift up out of the wet grass. There were hundreds if not thousands of them. We kept running and they kept billowing up out of the lush vegetation. As I looked up ahead of us, I noticed the sunlight was also dancing off of their wings with an almost angelic aura. After about 30 seconds into this scene I glanced over at Trent and said, I’m pretty sure this is what heaven looks like. They kept rising from the grass and we kept running. It was breathtaking and oh, so holy.

This spiritual experience lasted a good 10 minutes on that quiet back road. If we would’ve remained on the path in front of the cabins that we normally took, we would have missed the whole heavenly show. God has a way of getting our attention, and the use of nature is definitely in the Creators goody bag. Taking the time to slow down and quiet our minds helps us incredibly when it comes to connecting with God and the spiritual world. There are all kinds of signs on our path, and when we quiet ourselves a new appreciation and awareness will be revealed.

I had shared the story about the dragonfly run with a couple of women from my hometown a while back. It’s through story sharing that we can connect spiritually with each other. When we allow ourselves to become vulnerable and we take risks, we move forward with spiritual growth. The sharing of an intimate experience with people you don’t know really well is sometimes dicey. Since my NDE, however, I’ve learned to take more chances with whom I share these divine encounters with; nothing ventured, nothing gained. When I take a look back to the day I shared the story with them none of us would have realized how impactful this story would become.

A couple months later, just shortly after my father passed away, I received a small package in the mail. Along with the sympathy card, the one woman sent me a beautiful dragonfly necklace. This loving gesture shows how the spirit within us is pure and unconditional; taking the time to connect with someone who mourns is worth more than we can imagine. This woman is not a close friend but an acquaintance, which still didn’t stop her from helping me in my time of sorrow.

My challenge to you is to reach out to people in need. Don’t just stay on the path that’s straight and easy; take a chance and head down that road less travelled and challenge yourself to go beyond your comfort zone. By stepping off the beaten path, we are giving our soul a chance to grow and flourish. We are on earth to grow spiritually and to help each other out. One of the ways we can grow and complete part of our life’s directive is to reach out to others in need.  Random acts of kindness can only have a positive effect on the world. We may not change the world by one act of kindness but by changing ourselves in a positive manner and reaching out to those in need we will be planting the same seed within them and in turn those loving gestures will multiply.

I know that heaven joined Trent and I on our run that morning; there is no way to deny it. It was a taste of the world to come. There is an awe-inspiring beauty that awaits our souls return, and we all have the option while we’re here to embrace it and share our love, unconditionally.

Ask, listen and be watchful

Shelley Transparent Signature

Divine Dimes: Signs From Loved Ones

Since the passing of my father, Peter, back in April 2014 we have experienced an ongoing miracle of divine signs. Our family has been gifted with the realization of just how close our deceased loved ones are. Dad wasn’t gone for more than two hours when we realized that he was already trying to connect with us from the other side.The road from coins

Mom was the first to receive Dad’s gift of dimes. The first was found in her coat pocket as we were leaving Regina’s General Hospital, just an hour after Dad had passed away. At first, Mom didn’t think much of finding the dime in her coat pocket, but she did think that it was a little odd.

My mother is the type of woman who will take the time to put all of her change in her wallet. She’s cute…she could have five people standing in line behind her waiting for the till at the grocery store and she’ll still take the time to put her change away. It’s just the way she is, so that’s why the one and only dime she felt in her coat pocket seemed completely out of place.

After leaving the hospital that night Trent and I headed to Mom’s house in Regina to spend the night. It was a long day for all of us and we hadn’t even taken time to eat. Trent dropped Mom and I off at her house, then headed to a local fast food restaurant to grab us a meal.

Mom and I visited a bit and then she headed down the hallway to her bedroom. As she turned on the light she noticed a shiny dime on Dad’s dresser. This dime was placed directly in front of a small porcelain alter server statue. This statue was given to Mom and Dad as a wedding gift from the priest that married them 56 years ago. Mom thought for a minute, and then accepted the fact that she had been very busy since Dad took ill, she must not have noticed the dime there prior to today.

Trent returned with our supper and we all sat down and ate. We were all still in shock with how quickly our day changed. Dad seemed to be getting better day by day. It’s crazy at how quickly our hopes can turn into such a sad reality.

Dimes everywhere

After supper Mom headed downstairs, she had remembered that she had thrown a load of laundry in earlier that day; she needed to move it to the clothes dryer. She walked into the laundry room and as she was tossing the wet clothes in the dryer she noticed one lonely dime sitting on the dryer. There was very little clutter on either unit, so this dime almost jumped out at her. She was more than certain that she hadn’t put the dime there. Mom headed back upstairs somewhat puzzled by the three dimes she had noticed over the last couple of hours.

Trent and I were now relaxing in the living room when Mom let out a yell from the bathroom. Have you guys been putting dimes throughout my house? Trent and I looked at each other. I asked, What are you talking about? Mom stepped out of the bathroom where she had just received her fourth dime. This dime was sitting right in front of her makeup bag on the countertop.

Mom then explained to Trent and I what had been happening to her over the course of the past two hours. Both Trent and I had a light bulb moment. I was pretty sure that I had read a book by the medium John Edward and in that book he stated that the souls that have passed will sometimes send us coins to let us know that they are still with us.

Making the connection

My Dad, Peter Garchinski, in the Regina General Hospital, the last time I saw him, five days before he passed away. Taken April 20, 2014.

My Dad, Peter Garchinski, in the Regina General Hospital, the last time I saw him, five days before he passed away. Taken April 20, 2014.

Trent then remembered a story that Mom and Dad shared with us often over the course of our marriage. On Mom and Dad’s first date Dad had taken Mom to the movie. Mom remembers sitting there smelling the popcorn. Being a young teacher and on a strict budget, Dad never offered to buy her the popcorn. Mom had teased Dad for 56 years about being a little too tight with the popcorn funds.

Trent asked, How much did the popcorn cost back then? Mom said, 10 cents.

We all knew that Dad hadn’t left us, and he was right there smiling at how we recognized his presence. Over the course of the next few weeks (and now years) we have been receiving dimes almost daily. His family, retired work colleges, friends will all attest to this beautiful connection. Whenever we share this remarkable happening with someone new, they either have a story to share with us, or within the next couple of days we’ll get a phone call or a text message explaining another dime find.

And Dad, we miss you terribly, but the connection you’ve made with us has eased our sad hearts. Thank you for lifting our heavy load.

Ask, listen and be watchful

Shelley Transparent Signature