Chapter 23
by Roxanne Jasparro
Dad had his first heart attack when I was sixteen years old. A year later he had another one. It was fatal. Both happened when he was on the porch that led into the sunroom.
I had been a typical teenager with a mind of my own when my father experienced his first heart attack. Like so many kids my age, I was rebellious and thwarted his attempts at conversation and camaraderie. Truth be told, we were on the “outs” then. His heart attack was a wake-up call and, in a funny sort of way, brought us closer together. Gratefully, we were given a second chance to rekindle that father-daughter relationship we once had cherished, and we made the most of it. We spent that next year talking, laughing, learning about each other, reconnecting, and loving our time together. Looking back on it now, I can honestly say it was one of the happiest years of my childhood.
Then it happened again. My father had a massive heart attack that proved fatal. I was seventeen. The paramedics who answered the call that day did all they could to save him, but my father passed away quickly.
Many years later and just a few years after my wedding, I visited the set of Roland’s radio show, Soul Stories. My aunt Diane was his cohost, and I loved the show. Being an intuitive medium myself, I too get messages. During that first show, every time I was near Roland, I would get the same message over and over again. I kept hearing, “I have something to tell you.” I kept thinking I had something to tell Roland but couldn’t figure out the message! I told my aunt that I had something to tell him but didn’t know what it was. It was a struggle at this point because I had suppressed my childhood gift after my father’s death, but that phrase just kept repeating itself to the point of total frustration.
It was when I went to Roland’s Purple Paper page on Facebook to view the papers posted for that night’s radio show that I received the rest of my message! Roland displayed ten Purple Papers for that night’s show and then slipped in an extra one that ended up being meant for me. It was the story of my dad’s passing and read, “I had a heart attack at the front door. It was so quick that I didn’t feel sick. I am peaceful now. (Yes, I am peaceful now.)”
The voice in my head got stronger when I saw the Purple Paper message. I still heard, “I have something to tell you.” I thought I had a message for Roland, and I thought my dad was trying to navigate the whole situation.
Not being able to physically go to the radio station, I called in. Luckily, I got through, still thinking I was going to have this big important message to give to Roland because the words in my head, “I have something to tell you,” kept getting stronger. I asked Roland about the Purple Paper I saw on Facebook, waiting for guidance on the message I would give to him, and instead Roland said to me, “I have something to tell you. I have been here all along. Be patient. Slow down. I’m happy. I’m at peace.”
The voice in my head was my dad! It was not a message for Roland but a message from my dad through Roland! I got the message, and from that point on, my intuitive gifts continued to open up and bless my life in meaningful ways.