Love Never Leaves: My Ancestral Reunion in Trinidad & Tobago

A Sacred Story of Connection Beyond the Veil

“Some journeys are planned by us. Others are planned for us.” — Denika Carothers

There are moments in life when the veil between worlds becomes thin — so thin that love itself begins to speak through names, faces, coincidences so divine they could only have been orchestrated by the unseen.

I did not travel to Trinidad & Tobago alone. I thought I booked a solo trip… but this journey became something far more sacred. It became a reunion — not with people of this world, but with those I love who have crossed over… my mother, my father, and my sister.

I went for restoration. But my soul was led there for remembrance.

When Spirit Walks Into the Room First​

The moment I opened the door to my Airbnb, I was greeted by a message — not from a person, but from beyond: three wooden blocks on a desk that read: Live. Love. Laugh.

Those were my mother’s words. Her favorite quote. The mantra she lived by. The mantra that lives in my home to this day.

That was her way of saying, “You made it and I’m here with you.”

​Love never announces itself loudly — sometimes it sits quietly on a desk, waiting to be noticed.

The First Sign: A Name is Never Just a Name​

On my first morning walk, I didn’t know which direction to take. Right or left? Something in my spirit guided me toward a woman coming towards me from the right. I could have just let her pass by. But instead, I spoke.

She turned to me with a smile and said, “Walk with me.”
Her name… Ann Marie.
My mother’s name… Anne.

I communicated to Ann Marie on our walk that I needed to get some money changed to TTD but didn't know where to do that because my first day there was a holiday and most businesses were closed. We walked until she led me to a street vendor who offered to change my money. 

Her name? Lynn.
My middle name is Lynn.

​In less than twenty-four hours, my mother’s essence had shown up twice — through two women, two names, two acts of unexpected care. Spirit was not being subtle.

Spirit Speaks in Echoes​

The following day, walking through the Botanical Gardens, a powerful tree called to me. I stood before it in awe, feeling a connection I couldn’t explain. As I took a photo, a woman approached me and said, “That’s my favorite tree.”

We walked together. We talked. We laughed.

Her birthday? Six days after mine.
Both Aries.

Two fire hearts meeting at the roots of an ancient tree. Spirit continued to echo — in names, in symbols, in timing.

Flight to Tobago — When Heaven Boards Beside You

When I boarded the flight to Tobago, another woman took the seat beside me.

​Her name… Ann Marie. Again.
Her birthday? October 9th — the day before my mother’s.
Her husband? A music producer and talent agent — just like my father.

At that very moment, her husband was in New York, managing Public Enemy for their appearance on Jimmy Kimmel Live.

I smiled because I knew…
This was no coincidence.
My mother and father were moving with precision.

That evening, she invited me to watch the sunset. As we took pictures, a woman briefly stepped into our frame. Ann Marie gently asked her if she could move to one side so we could snap a few pictures.

When she finished taking her photos she came over to the table where Ann Marie and I were seated and showed us a beautiful photo of the sunset she had taken.

Her name… Cristen.
My sister’s name… Kristin.
And her partner, who was watching the sunset with her, his name was… Kristen. By the way I have NEVER met a man named Kristen!

My sister’s name… twice.
My mummy’s name… twice.
Double confirmation. Double love.

My father’s name… on its way.

Daddy’s Entrance — Bold and Undeniable​

​The next morning, a driver picked me up for an excursion. He introduced himself, then added:

“They call me Frankie.” My father’s name was Frank. My mother used to call him "Frankie P."

​I told him what had been happening — the names, the synchronicities. I laughed and said, “Daddy's name hasn’t shown up twice yet, but that will be something if it does.”

When I got to the beach and looked out toward the water, I saw the boat approaching, gliding across the sea like a message. Painted across the side were the words: Frankie’s Tours.

​And just like that, my father arrived — not as memory, not as sorrow, but as presence. Twice! And I burst into laughter.

Home Finds You in Unexpected Places

That same day on the boat I met two women from Toronto, Canada — my mother’s birthplace. And a few days later, I met another woman staying at my Airbnb… also from Toronto.

Everywhere I turned, Spirit whispered, “We’re here and we're making sure that you KNOW we are.”

Spirit Confirmation

This trip wasn’t about visiting a place.
It was about remembering who walks with me — always.

It was the Divine saying, “You are surrounded by love, seen and unseen. Keep living. Keep loving. Keep laughing. We are still here.”

This journey reminded me that when the soul listens, the Universe speaks — and love, in all its eternal forms, always finds a way to say “I’m still here.”

​A Journey of Love, Not Loss

From the rainforest to the steel pan yards, every moment flowed with divine orchestration.

Each person I met, each dish I tasted, each song I heard — all felt like threads in a celestial tapestry woven just for me.

It wasn’t coincidence. It was connection.
It wasn’t nostalgia. It was continuation.
And it wasn’t loss. It was love immortalized.

​This journey was my family’s way of reminding me that the bonds of Spirit never break — they only expand.

​Love Does Not Vanish — It Multiplies

This journey was never about escape. It was about reunion.
Not with people — but with presence.
Not with bodies — but with love in its eternal form.

My mother showed up in gentle kindness.
My father showed up in rhythm, laughter, purpose, and timing.
My sister showed up in beauty and surprise.

And it was reiterated and confirmed to me…
Death does not end relationship. It changes the language through which love speaks.

​For the One Reading This — This Is Also About You

Maybe you too have lost someone.
Maybe you’ve felt their presence but questioned it.
Maybe you’ve wondered if that song, that name, that scent, that feather, that moment… was really them.

Let this be your confirmation: Love never leaves.
It shifts form, but it never disappears.

Your loved ones are still speaking. The question is not, “Are they here?” The question is, “Can my heart receive them in their new form?”

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​Soul Reflections

• Where have your loved ones shown up in your life, disguised as coincidence but wrapped in Divine intention?
• What symbols, names, or numbers repeat themselves in your journey — whispering, “We’re still with you?”
• When was the last time you allowed yourself to believe that love never dies — it only changes form?

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Divine Assignment — The Becoming

This was never just a trip. It was a Divine Assignment — a sacred summons from Spirit to return to the rhythm of my soul.

Trinidad & Tobago became the altar where I laid down old versions of myself and rose into deeper trust, deeper presence, deeper knowing.

In the laughter, I heard my mother’s joy. In the music, I felt my father’s heartbeat. In the unexpected mirrors of strangers, and the beauty, I saw my sister’s reflection. And in the silence between breaths, I met the becoming version of me — the woman who walks with Spirit, trusts the unseen, and moves by divine instruction rather than logic.

​This journey reminded me that when we say yes to the call of our soul, the Universe aligns every step, every sign, every name… because our becoming is holy.

​A Soft Invitation to Your Soul

If something stirred inside you as you read this — a tear, a tremble, a whisper of “I want that kind of connection…” — know this:

You do not have to navigate that longing alone.

There is space — sacred, safe, held — where you can process your grief, honor your love, and re-open the channel to connection.

If your heart is ready, I invite you to book a healing conversation with me — where we honor your love story, not just your loss, and help you experience the presence that still walks with you.

Because love never leaves.
It only waits for us to notice.

​With love,
​
Denika Carothers
​Soul Guide | Author | Healer of Wounded Hearts




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