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It's been 17 days since the Carolina Hurricanes won the Stanley Cup and I haven't stopped thinking about it. There's something missing. My dad isn't here.

In honor of Father's Day, the first without my dad, I'm sharing a medley of messages spirit has sent over the past six months.

If you know me (or have found me through this blog), you know I one hundred percent believe in an afterlife and messages from spirit. But this story is a little bit out there, even for me. When it happened, I didn't tell anyone. Not my husband Derek. Not my therapist. I only told my notebook...until now.

Therapists and hairstylists serve a similar purpose. At least, that seems to be the case for me. I hadn't visited my therapist in five years. Then my dad died. Suddenly. Unexpectedly. And there I was, back on the couch. My therapist encouraged me to journal my feelings. "You're a writer," she said. "You should write. It may help you process all of this." Sounds like good advice. Trouble was, I couldn't even begin to imagine dragging pen across paper when most days I struggled