Signs from departed loved ones

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I was looking for a sign.  A sign to comfort me when I cried. I wanted and needed a sign –  that dad was surrounding me so I could feel him with me.

You can’t just “find” these types of signs, they have to come to  you.

A sign from Mom

It has been almost five years since mom passed away.  The night that my mom lay dying in a hospital room, a sign came to me, but I didn’t know it at the time. We had been in her room for almost 24 hours, waiting for her last breath.  After several hours in the room, I needed to step out. I went outside and stood in the dark, with the morning drizzle falling on me. The most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever done was waiting for my mother to die. Everything was so quiet in front of the hospital. It was early in the morning before the hustle and bustle started, and it was just me standing alone. As I stood there crying, I saw a single little tree gently swaying in the breeze. I stared at it, with a feeling of comfort, as it continued to move slowly with each light breeze.   I stopped crying briefly, and something washed over me.

I dreaded going back up to the hospital room, knowing the inevitable awaited me.  I watched my mom take her final breath, while I repeated, “I love you Mom, I love you”.  They were the last words she heard.

The next few days were a combination of shock, sadness, and disbelief.  I spent countless hours in the backyard,  under the gazebo, where I could be alone and just cry.  And oh how I cried.  My best friend was gone.  Never again would I hear her voice, or her heartwarming laughter.

It was a couple of days after she died, I was sitting out back, crying.  It was a warm fall day.  A soft breeze unlike any other touched me and suddenly washed over me.  It was gentle and soothing and it enveloped me. I knew immediately it was mom…and I knew why that little tree swayed the way it did the night she died.  I felt mom hugging me and I immediately felt peaceful.

Every so often I feel that special “breeze”. I can’t describe it adequately, but I know it is her.  It isn’t just any breeze…

The sign from Dad

When dad passed away in June of this year, my world was rocked yet again.  It was sudden and completely unexpected.  I cry daily,  missing him terribly.  In the days immediately following his death, I was desperately seeking a sign from him.  A sign like I had with my mom.  It just wasn’t happening, although I looked everywhere.

About two weeks after he passed, I was in the backyard watering the plants, and of course I was crying. I put the hose on the mist setting and I was just watching it, kind of mesmerized.    Out of the corner of my eye I saw a gorgeous butterfly.   This wasn’t one of the white ones, but a colorful beauty that I rarely see.   It floated in front of me, back and forth in the mist, before finally landing on a leaf.    I kept expecting the butterfly to move on, but it stayed  –  flitting around me, and putting on quite a show.  Its graceful movements captivated me and warmth rushed all over me.  I stopped crying as I realized my sign had found me.  I decided to sit down, since the butterfly apparently was in no hurry to leave, and I smiled through tears as it weightlessly flew back and forth in front of me, for the longest time.

Last week, we held dad’s memorial service at the fairly new VA Cemetery.  As we drove up, we marveled at the beauty of it.  The sun was shining, and the beautiful lake and green grass that seemed to go on forever, were breathtaking. Dad had picked a serene resting place.  We were instructed to get in our cars and drive in procession.  My husband was driving and I was in the passenger seat.  We were waiting for the cars ahead of us to start moving, when a beautiful butterfly appeared and  sailed in front of our car.  It went back and forth in front of us, but in no big hurry.    It was happy, it was free, it was home.  I smiled and softly said, “I love you, Dad”.

 

Have you had any signs from your loved ones that have brought you comfort?

I have also found myself grieving from losing both parents. Where do I belong now?

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48 Comments

  1. Even though I am sobbing right now, I loved this post. You are so lucky to have gotten those signs from your parents. I lost my dad in April and I am still looking for a sign. I am so sorry you have been through this with both of your parents. I am still in so much pain over the loss of my father, I can’t imagine having to go through this again. I am so sorry for your losses.

  2. This post is so amazingly beautiful! I’m so sorry about your parents, Jennifer, but I’m also so glad that you have found signs from them that help you get through the tough times. I hope that you continue to find comfort and know that they are both with you.

  3. This made me cry – such a beautiful and well-written post. I have yet to lose a parent, and I can’t even imagine what you’re going through. Hugs to you.

    I haven’t noticed specific “signs” from loved ones, but I have lots of vivid dreams. When I wake up I remember that I learned so much but can never remember specifics.

    One exception was when my Uncle die, my dad and I both had very similar dreams on the same night, shortly after his death. Apologizing and thanking us for supporting my Aunt. (Before his death we hadn’t spoken to her for years).

    • That is so strange about the dreams on the same night! I find that I dream about my mom (and remember them) when I am napping. Some are so vivid. I’ve only had one dream about my dad so far…

  4. I had a cousin who died years ago. He was one best buddy I have. I lost track of time due to work, I forgot what it’s like when he was with me. I got some trouble having some dealings with a certain situation wherein I needed help. I thought I have no friends at all. Until he showed me in the dream. It got me right on the spot. I did the most daring thing to set things right. I did managed to solve that one and I noticed the day I achieved success, it was his birthday!
    Seems creepy but I shed tears and apologized for the lost time I haven’t remembered him. I missed him a lot. And I thank him for the dream he showed me. It gave me the will to be just like him before and remembered his golden advices in terms of achieving the best good thing that’s worth fighting for.

  5. I still have my mom, but I lost my dad 3 years ago and it took me 2 years to come out of the darkness on that. But he did appear to me twice in dreams. He looked younger and refreshed so it wasn’t instant recognition, but I hugged him in the dreams and I felt peace knowing that he was ok and healed and happy.

    Thinking about you…

  6. What a gorgeous post! I am totally teared up now. My mother lost her mom the year before she had me. (They tried for 4 years to have me, and I was born almost to the day her mother passed.)

    To her and her sisters whenever they see an eagle, they know it is her mother. You see, this eagle doesn’t show up where you would expect to see it. And also shows up when they need it most.

    As for other signs – the day my hubs and I were married my Aunts told me that Hubs had been tapping my hand with his thumb as he held it through the ceremony (this is not something he normally does).

    They said when they noticed it, they started to cry because when they were little girls, my Grandfather (who passed away years prior), would hold their hands just like that and tap them gently whenever they were nervous or scared about something.

    They said it felt as if my Grandfather was showing us he was there at the ceremony. I cried happy tears when they told me that story, and today I have a 11×14 picture of him doing that framed in our home to remind me that family is always there in spirit.

    I am so glad you found your signs from your parents, and so sorry you lost them so early in your life. I pray you find peace in the moments you have with these signs and the memories you made with them before they passed.

    Beautiful post!

    • The eagle is a beautiful sign…and the signs only show up every so often, which makes them even more special. How neat about your Grandfather…and that you have the picture of him doing that is priceless.

      Thank you so much for commenting!

  7. What a beautiful post Jennifer. I don’t have any experience in such a loss – no one close to me has died in over 30 years. I guess I am probably living on borrowed time so I hope that when this does happen, I will be able to remember your post and keep and eye out for a sign to help me cope.

    You do know you were one of the friends I was referring to in my last post – You are such an unbelievably special person in my life. I hope we will have more time together soon – I love going to events with you because you “get” me and laugh with me… and at me of course. Miss you – stay strong!

    • I do know that 🙂 We have to get together soon – even if it’s not a blogging event. We can do a getaway somewhere. I can make the trip down there and we can leave from there. Sounds like you need some girl time!

  8. It’s a powerful thing to be able to recognize those signs. I truly believe in them – each can be so comforting and bring a sense of peace to the moment. I love that you shared your experience with signs, it’s a personal piece of you, though still pretty raw, and I can only imagine how good it felt to put it all into words. *hugs*

  9. When my uncle and Godfather passed, I woke up with a chill in a dead sleep. I went downstairs to warm by a heat vent and had some really strange visions of my grandparents in their old house. I could actually SMELL the butterscotch and peppermint candy they used to dole out to us grandkids. Even though my grandparents had been gone for many years, I could SEE every room in their house; the rocking chair, starburst and cat clock they had. The nubby chenille bedspreads on the beds. It was like I was walking through their home again, but with my uncle by my side. My mom called just hours later and said my uncle (her brother) had passed. I asked her what time and she said around 4:30 am. The same time I was awoken. Later I was asked to write something for his funeral. I could not think of a single thing to write, went out on our deck on a rainy night and begged God for some inspiration. I wrote a poem in about a half hour, sealed it and gave it to a nun at the visitation that night, who was going to read it. At the funeral, she read the poem about all the things I spoke about, his love of playing cards, his family, his love of the land and farming, trout fishing at a nearby stream, fixing up their home himself, and tipping a few beers with friends, …at just the same time a cloth uncovered a memorial that his grandkids had constructed (something I had no idea they were doing) Below the velvet cloth lay, a deck of cards, a hammer, family pictures, a fishing pole, a Wisconsin Badger beer mug, and lastly, an ear of corn. I nearly passed out. That was over 25 years ago and the first point really that had NO choice but to BELIEVE. Not just in a God that hears, but also in the spirit of those who are there forever with us.

    When my Dad passed 6 years ago, we had to laugh. During the service the CD player cut out and there was actually a slight loss of power, RIGHT when my Dad’s favorite song was playing…(Danny Boy). We knew it was DAD! He was an amazing fix it man and knew he was somehow tinkering with things that day. At the cemetery there was a huge hawk that kept dive-bombing people and we laughed that it was him somehow. He was also a smart aleck with a great sense of humor so we really do believe this was him coming back. He also loved Eagles and other great and powerful birds. The Eagle always signified his beloved and only brother who died very young, and was an air force fighter. My dad was buried right with his brother. That bird or another like it is STILL there now guarding the two brothers, now together for eternity.

    • Eileen what fabulous stories…and about the time of your uncle passing. A dear friend of my family- when I called her to tell her my dad had died, she asked what day. I told her two days ago. She asked what time and when I told her, she was shocked and said she hadnt thought about him in a few weeks, but on the day he died, at the same time, she was sitting in her living room and thought about him wondering how he was doing. She said she got chills immediately and does each time she thinks about it.

      Those signs are there – and isn’t it funny how your dad was definitely there at his service.

      Thank you so much for both of your thoughtful comments!

  10. Jennifer, I forgot to add that I am so sorry for your loss. I have read posts about your mom, I am not even sure I heard that your dad passed. For real, I do believe in the signs. Just know your parents will always be with you.
    What you wrote was both beautiful and powerful. And thank you for making me take the time to remember, when some days are so busy and heartbreaking that we forget the tender and wonderful parts of life, even in death.

  11. My grandma passed away and sometimes my mom has dreams that she’s talking with her. She believes this is grandma’s way of communicating with her. It’s strange because I hardly ever remember my dreams but I’ve had dreams where I’m sitting at grandmas house and we’re just watching tv like we used to do. It’s really comforting. So to me it’s a sign she’s still with me!

  12. My grandmother died when I was in highschool but now over 10 years later I still know she is around. She would always joke that she would come back and be a fly on the wall and listen to us all. At the cemetary it was a cold rainy day and there was a fly buzzing around. We all knew it was her. After that I never saw any sign untill one day shortly after graduating college. My grandfather passed away the night I graduated college. Everyone rushed back home and I flew back the next day. When I got back to my new apartment after the funeral services i was a mess. I had graduated college, Had no job, an apartment my boyfriend and I couldn’t afford without me finding a job, I felt guilty for having everyone visiting me up at college when my grandfather passed away. I went to take a nap before I resumed my job hunt. In my dream my grandmother came and sat on the edge of my bed and gave me wonderful words of encouragement saying that her and my grandfather were together and so proud that I was the first in the family to graduate. When I woke up, I was actually already sitting up and I swear I saw an impression on the blanket like someone had been sitting there. I ran out to the livingroom and told my boyfriend I had a dream that I was talking to my grandmother ( by this point I was hysterical crying ) and he just clamly told me I wasn’t crazy that it must have been her coming to me because she knew I needed her.

    Since then I often see huge fly’s year round (even inside when its like a blizzard outside) whenever I am super stressed or sad. The fly will land right on me and I will feel a comforting wave come over me. My boyfriend and I are constantly yelling at our one cat to “stop chasing grandma!”. Somehow she always evades him : )

    The year after I graduated college one of my best friends from home was in a bad car accident. I woke up one morning feeling like something was off. I checked my email and there was a msg from my mom saying to call her after I got home from work. Of course I called my mom right away and didnt wait. She told me Janeen was in a car accident and was in a coma and I should book a flight home ASAP. My mom didn’t know many details but did know her fiance was released from the hostpital already but the fiances father had passed away already. I flew out the next morning, but that night I had a dream that Janeen was at a yankee game and I was sitting a few rows behind her and she turned around and I saw that the right side of her head was shaved. She told me it was ok, and she smiled. When i finally made it home and went to see her sure enough the right side of her head was shaved. As the days went on she got worse and worse. I was staying at my parents house. I prayed to her one night. I told her if she couldn’t hang on anymore to just go, it was ok, all her family had made it into town and we knew she was hurting. Then I asked her to give us a sign – if she was still in her body let us know, or let us know somehow that she was leaving it. Early the next morning we found out she had a seizure overnight and after that her brain activity flatlined. That and the rosary beads that were around her neck had disappeared. We like to think she took them with her. She was in a special wing that only had 4 or 5 beds and only immediate family could get in unless you had special permission – so its highly unlikely that someone could have stolen them.

    Sometimes when im driving and its crappy weather and im nervous about driving or im just sad her mass card will fall out of my car visor and I know it is her watching over me.

    • What beautiful stories! The fly is your sign, and it’s amazing that even a fly can be a sign. I got chills when I read the part about an imprint on the bed…she was definitely there with you.

      Thank you so much for sharing your stories…

  13. Our loved ones will always send us signs, but like you said you must be still to receive them! Butterflies have always been the sign in my family! I’m glad you were able to get to the place where you could share something so touching with so many, I know from firsthand experience, that’s not so easy to do! Sending Hugs your way!

  14. This brought tears to my eyes. Your description of waiting for your mom to pass, is exactly what we went through with my dad in 2002 — has it been that long?– There is no feeling in the world worse than that feeling of just being there waiting for someone you love so much to die, yet hoping beyond hope that the nightmare you’re living is all a dream and he will just miraculously wake up and be fine. A few months after my dad passed I started having dreams about him. I would have such vivid dreams that he was trying to tell me something so important almost every night, they were so real that I would wake up crying and confused. I haven’t had any dreams of him in the past few years though, I miss them because at least I could feel that he was near. Maybe I need to open my eyes and look for those signs a little closer instead of trying to push the feelings of sadness away. Losing a parent is so very hard! I’m so sorry for your loss of your Mom and Dad, but happy for you to be at peace and comforted with your signs!

    • Henrietta, thank you so much for your comment. It amazing how time does fly, even with something so sad. There really is no worse feeling that waiting for someone to pass…it is horrible. I have only dreamt of my dad once, but I am hoping I will dream of him more. I hope you find your sign…

      (hugs)

  15. I read this post when you first wrote it and I wasn’t sure what to say, I got goose bumps. But it brought me back to when my dear brother past when he was only 21. We were all getting ready for the funeral and suddenly all the coffee mugs started rattling in my Mom’s cupboard. WE knew it was him telling us to get going, lol. I’m so happy you find peace with the butterfly that comes, souls are amazing!

  16. what a beautiful post. I’m so sorry about your parents 🙂 I lost my dad when I was 16, my mom 6 years ago and my brother in 1996. It would be so long to write here all the signs I’ve had. They ARE there, when you’re open to seeing them. My best one was my brother. I was so devastated when I lost him & I wanted a sign, a definite sign. A friend of mine was telling me about how her husband that passed collected marbles & after he died, she started finding marbles in very unexpected places. In my grief, crying one night, I said “ok, Rick, you send me a marble & I’ll know for a fact that you’re with me, and that you’re ok.” The next day, I was digging up my garden to plant my spring flowers. I dug up a shovel of dirt & there it was–a marble. I’ve lived here 28 years & dug in that same spot thousands of times. I have no children that would be playing with marbles & no children around that would be. I sat down in the dirt, laughed, cried & smiled & from that day forward, I’ve been 10000% positive that my brother sent me that marble.

  17. Your post moved me. It is beautiful and poignant, and moved me. I thankfully still have my parents so I can’t feel exactly what you feel, but I can only imagine. It is obvious from your words, that you were an amazing daughter and your mom and dad were/are very proud of you.

    • Thank you so much for your kind words! I miss them terribly…they were the sweetest people ever. I am so happy that you still have your parents. Give them a great big hug! Thank you for commenting – I appreciate it!

  18. My youngest brother was injured in an accident when he was 21 years old, in a town about 200 miles away from our hometown. The whole family went to the hospital, where he lay in a coma for three days. On the last day, I was sleeping in the intensive care waiting room. I had a dream about my brother, who was whole and well, walking across a green field to a fence on the other side. On the other side of the fence where lots of people who had already passes on, waving and smiling at my brother, and holding out their arms to greet him. He looked back at me, smiled and waved, then turned and continued to walk towards the people waiting for him on the other side. Just about that time, I woke up, and the doctor was looking for my mother and father, to tell them that my brother had died. From that moment on, even now, I know my brother came to me in that dream to say goodbye, and that he is in a happy place, well and with people who love him. If he had lived, he would have been paralized from the neck down, and I can not imagine him that way.

  19. I am so sorry about your brother. What a beautiful dream though and the timing of it does sounds like he came to you to let you know that he was happy.

    Thank you so much for sharing

  20. Those are beautiful stories, and I’ve enjoyed reading the others that people have shared here as well.

    I know what you mean by the signs “coming to you”. Actually, I didn’t until it happened to me.

  21. Thank you for sending me here Jen…You know yesterday, on my way over to my Dads house a red robin flew in front of me and out loud I said “well good morning Mom”…like the bird was her….I wish my dad would see a sign…he is utterly crushed and I do not know how to comfort him.

  22. I got to this site because i was looking for info on something that happened to a photo of my brother yesterday (Christmas day or maybe even today, the day after). My brother died a few days after Thanksgiving 2011 – his son and wife and my sister and her husband came to our home for a Christmas dinner and annual gift exchange. My nephew, my departed brother’s son brought me some of my brothers belongings to see if I wanted them, one was a beautiful framed print by Robert Redbird, I hung it this morning, (the day fater Christmas) I kept looking at it because I felt there was something about it – I wondered if maybe I had given it to him years ago and I asked him for a sign. I sat there staring at the print for a long time and when I left the room I looked over at a photo of my departed brother that I had displayed in my livingroom. It was covered with several very white splotches that I knew weren’t there yesterday because I had just dusted it yesterday. I wondered if the spots were on the outside on the glass, but they weren’t. The picture was removed from the frame and the spots could not be felt when the photo was touched but they were there only on my brother’s face and mostly on his eyes and glasses. I have had that photo there for a few years, and I know those spots were never there before. I showed it to my daughter and even she said, “Wow those spots weren’t there yesterday”, because we all looked at it when my brother’s daughter-in-law entered the room and commented on his photo. I think he was watching us all as we exchanged gifts – and I am so happy he did.

    • What a neat story! I am sure that was him watching – isn’t that strange that the spots appeared suddenly? I am so sorry for your loss. I hope the signs will come to you and comfort you.

  23. This post made me smile 🙂

    I remember hearing stories about people connecting with loved ones past. I remember thinking these people just really wanted a connection.

    My beloved Paw-paw passed three years ago in October. It was was about a three year process from the time he collapsed on his daily 10 mile bike ride, to the time he took his last breath. He had remarried and due to situations out of his & our control, a man who could have recovered and gone home, was medicated and kept in a nursing home to deteriorate. I left each visit feeling all Erin Brockovich – feeling like I had to do something to help him. We talked with his attorney – there was nothing we could do. I slowed my every other day visits – to about once a week. I couldn’t watch it. In the end I stopped going completely. Selfish I know – he had to live it and I couldn’t even be there to walk it with him.

    One day, after shopping at the mall, I felt funny – hard to explain. I felt heavy. I cried on the way home for no reason. I dropped the fam at the door and drove straight to the cemetery where my great-grandparents were resting. I had no idea why I was headed there – it was almost like my car was on auto pilot. It’s very scenic there, I thought maybe I just needed some nice scenery. Still crying, I was saying aloud to myself “I want to go home” over and over.In my mind, I knew what home was, it was death, but I had no idea why I was feeling that – I didn’t want to die. I felt like I was loosing my mind. So I drove to where my great – grandparents lay. I asked them to help me figure this out – to send me some kind of sign. I realized that even if they could send me a sign, they weren’t going to be hanging out at their grave. I told them I loved them and decided to drive around and pull myself together before returning home. Still I kept saying “I want to go home”. I found myself in an older part of the cemetery and in what was like a day dream, I got a vision of what home was – the brightest warm sun, falling leaves, a swaying breeze, it was soft and comforting like I had never felt or seen before in any scene or movie. I felt better, like I had been pulled together suddenly. I decided to return home to my family. As I was driving out of the cemetery, a police car is pulling in. He drives slowly by me, and just as he passes me, he stops and motions me to stop. He backs up and gets out of his car. He then asks me why I’m here. I tell him I’ve been upset and my great- grandparents are buried here – that I just came here to see them. He looks deep into my eyes like he’s staring into my soul – he says “you need to go home”. It was about 8:30 pm – the sun was slowing sinking. I went home.

    The next morning, still in bed, my mom comes to the door. “Pawpaw died last night”, she said.

    The day we laid him to rest, it was foggy, gray, and cool. Depressing. I remembered being little and thinking when it rained God was crying. God must be feeling sad like me right now I thought. As I pulled in the back ally to park the car, I was greeted by a huge,vibrant rainbow and it appeared to arch directly over my house. Again, I felt a warm, soft, comfort – I knew that rainbow was for me. I felt peaceful. I snapped many pictures of my rainbow.

    Life had to go on – it was almost Halloween and we do it big. We always took our group of ghouls & goblins to Paw-paw’s to trick or treat. He loved it – I can almost hear his chuckles and see his bright smile as he checked out each kid’s costume for the year. Pure enjoyment. All the kids got full sized candy bars & dollar bills. He got memories to last a lifetime.

    The Saturday after Halloween, he left. He died on October 19th. I didn’t know he was with us, until I felt him leave. It was almost like you’d imagine – he lifted out of the room, out of the house, and out of my life. it was utterly beautiful, knowing that he was with us. Sad knowing that I didn’t even know he was there and now he was gone & I was unsure if I’d ever feel him that way again. He left many signs while he was here.

    I never considered what happened at the cemetery until the day before his funeral, taking to a cousin in Texas who wouldn’t be able to attend. She called to ask how I was doing and try and connect with her grieving family. I told her about my strange experience – she told me very matter of factly that what I was feeling was him. That he wanted to go home and that he died around 11 pm that night. That while I was in the cemetery, he was in the shadow of death and our connection in life was so strong that somehow I felt him and that possibly he came to me. It was a gift. It changed my life. It changed how I see death and even how I see living. He gave that to me.

    I know he was around me when Capri was born. I know he’s there when a rainbow appears without a drop of rain in the sky. And he does – at a recent family gathering, full sunshine, there was a small rainbow, almost like a stripe in the sky right behind where we all gathered. He was there with us 🙂 I think he’ll be here when I need him.

    Thank you for sharing your story. Sorry mine was so long. Just be thankful I stopped where I did, I could have gone on & on! I think it’s fascinating & I’m so glad I was open to it or I might not have ever had the opportunity with my grandpa. I’m glad you are open too.

  24. My father passed away this past Friday at the age of 90. A World War II veteran. He will be buried in the new Sacramento VA Cemetery in Dixon, CA. No sigh yet, but waiting.

    • I am so very sorry for your loss! I know the pain you are going through, and your sign will come! My dad is buried at the same VA Cemetery! It is a beautiful place – so serene and peaceful. Again, I am so sorry. If you ever need someone to talk to, I am here. I still miss my dad every single day.

  25. My mom passed away less than one month ago and I see signs all the time. I saw a robin the day she died and it came right upto me before flying away right after I told my kids grandma had passed away. It was a small comfort on the hardest day of my life. I see her now in butterflies, Bird’s and beautiful sunsets.

  26. Yes but they are not exactly nice ones. Very scary and shocking. Like the gates of the bad side opened up and she was coming back to tell (warn) me and my brothers. We all experienced odd, spooky, scary things after she died suddenly.

  27. Lots of them (for which I’m grateful). When I was driving home from the hospital after my mom died, a baby deer ran beside my car (we live on a dirt road) for about a quarter mile. I’ve had a few dreams where I looked out my window and my mom was sitting in my car waving at me (the only time I’ve ever woken up crying). I also dreamed I walked out to my barn and saw my horse, Cowboy (who had recently died) peeking around the corner. I felt a lot of guilt about Cowboy – I had to put him down after an accident. And butterflies. Sometimes I see two butterflies together. I always think about my parents when I see them.

  28. When I was 10, my great grandmother on my fathers side passed away and left me an heirloom opal and diamond ring. Being so young, my mother decided to keep it for me until I was old enough to appreciate and take care of it. She wore that ring almost every day. In my 20s I asked her for it. She smiled and told me that she would giv it to me “someday”. Over the years I grew impatient. I wanted MY ring from MY family. Patiently she would smile and say “Not yet”. 3 months ago I stood alone in my Mother’s hospital room. It would be our last goodbye on this earth. God was taking her and I was in shock, heartbroken, and full of regret. She couldn’t speak as I told her what a perfectly gracious and caring Mother she had been to me. I had a million things I wanted to say. She just smiled and pointed at the drawer next to her bed. A bag with her clothing was in it. I held the bag and stared at her. She motioned for me to open it. When I did, her ring (my ring) the opal fell onto the bed. She put it on my finger and squeezed my hand. IT WAS TIME.

    It’s been almost 3 months and I wear her ring every day. Its not really the kind of ring you wear every day. More like a special occasion ring. But my Mom wore it every day and so must I. I see her soul in that opal. Swirling colors and shine. At night, I put the ring on my dresser. Nothing else on the dresser but a TV. I sometimes think I should put it in some elegant box, but I want it out. I dont want one day to go by where Im running late and I forget it. Everyone tells me “Your Mom is with you”. For the past 3 months I have begged for a sign. I want to feel her around me like ao many tell me she is. But I haven’t. Last night after watching a movie and crying through the entire ending credits, I said “OK, I dont need a sign, I will stop.”

    Tobight my dogs kept barking uncontrollably. To the point my son and I were starting to worry. Finally after about an hour, they calmed down. I got out of the shower and walked over to my dresser to get my pajamas. I looked at Moms opal ring and at the same time a small marble rolled to my right foot. We dont have marbles in our house. Never have. Thanks Mommy. I felt you. Xoxoo

    • Oh wow – that is really something…and I guess your sign! What a beautiful story about the opal ring (I adore opals, and my mom had a huge opal pendant that I now have). I am so sorry about the loss of your mother – your story sounds similar to mine. It is so hard to lose our parents. HUGS.

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