Sign…sign… Everywhere a sign
Now I don’t know about you, but I am a pretty spiritual person. I believe there in ghosts and all manner of things of that nature.
In the same couple day span, both my brother and I received signs. Very different signs, but related to the same incident.
I ran down to AZ because my mom was fading fast. She was already in the critical ward when I got there. I stayed with brother and slept in her room (she lived with him) –
So- I’m trying to get settled and I looked around the room and something on top of a cabinet caught my eye.
(~ let me just say here, that many of us of a certain age were brought up that under NO circumstances were kids allowed in the parents room…. so that was just creepy in itself!)
I looked a little closer and there’s a birthday card I had given to my dad when I was about 6. Crazy, huh? Like what would IT be doing there? My folks had been divorced when we were young and all that kind of stuff long since packed up and out of sight.
My thoughts? Dad was telling me to be nice. He knew that I can sometimes harbor a grudge. 😉 He was always telling me to make nice with my mother… She and I had didn’t see eye to eye at all. Ever. So- I was nice! Very nice.
But in spite of that I loved her. Just didn’t like her.
Later on my brother got his sign. After mom passed – about 5-7 full minutes after she was really and truly gone, my brother walked over to her side and said “They say the hearing is the last thing to go when you die and that you can still hear afterwards” and then paused and said “I love you. We’ll be ok”
And holy smokes! Her heart STARTED BEATING again. No kidding! For at 87 beats… CRAZY!
He always poo-poo’d things like this and now he’s a believer.
I’ve had many experiences since I was a youngster. Think what you may. But among those others are some pretty crazy hair raising incidents.