30th Anniversary of my Dad's Death and No Kings Day
- Teri Williams, Soul Advocate
- Oct 18
- 2 min read
Today marks 30 years since my father passed away.
He was one of the best men I’ll ever know — and I’m not the only one who thought so. Kind, supportive, inclusive, and deeply nonjudgmental, my father was loved by people all around the world.
He lived his values with quiet strength. A World War II veteran and survivor of the Battle of the Bulge, he was captured and held in a Nazi prison camp for six months. Yet even then, he never lost his compassion or his sense of purpose. He was a soldier for peace and a lifelong champion of “life, liberty, and justice for all.”
If he were alive today, I have no doubt he’d be standing up to injustice, just like he always did. He probably would’ve been a local organizer for the No Kings rally in our community — because that’s who he was: a man who showed up for others.
In a recent interview, Anderson Cooper told Stephen Colbert something like he feels closer to his deceased father now than he did as a child.
I can’t say the same — because my dad and I were always close.
And we still talk.The conversations just sound a little different now.
How The Book of the Dead Journal Began
After my dad passed, I began journaling. At first, it was simply to remember — names, memories, and moments shared with those who had crossed over.
But that simple act turned into something more. A sacred bridge between worlds.
It became a way to stay connected — not just to my father, but to all the loved ones who came before and those who have passed since.
That’s where The Book of the Dead Journal began.
It’s more than a place for memory. It’s a space for connection.
A way to honor your ancestors, friends, family, neighbors — and even beloved animals — by recording their stories, their laughter, their presence.
When we open our hearts to the unseen, we often receive signs, guidance, and support. I’ve seen it happen again and again.
One of my favorite stories:
Years after both of my parents had passed, my son urgently needed to find a new home.
I asked my parents — in spirit — for help.
Within days, he found one.
Right across the street from the house I grew up in.
That wasn’t a coincidence. That was a message: Love doesn’t end. It changes form.
There are thousands of stories like this. And many begin with a pen… and a name on a page.
In honor of my father, I’m re-releasing The Book of the Dead Journal in a new digital format.
You can download it instantly and begin your own sacred practice of remembering and reconnecting.
Two beautifully designed covers (choose the one that speaks to your heart)
A printable PDF format, ready to fill with stories, names, and moments
A guided journey meditation to deepen your practice and connection
Whether your loss is fresh or from long ago, this journal is an invitation: an invitation to connect and collaborate with your loved ones in a different way.
Let your pen become the bridge between worlds. The love is still there — always.
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