Sometimes in the quiet I “hear” something. A wisdom shared from an entity that comes through very clearly. To be honest, I could not tell you what I was thinking about exactly but the answer to my thought was clear and profound and has stuck with me these last few days.
“So much difficulty and pain can make one close the heart for protection. It is at this time you should open it the widest for it has learned the most.”
It would seem we are supposed to love harder because we know better.
In the nearly eight years since Brian left, a lot has happened. I’ve said before that there are a lot of stories and experiences to share and that the purpose for doing so was to help others who are grieving. I feel like it’s time to get on to the heart of the matter, so to speak. To talk about encounters of a more difficult nature to explain. Subject matter that for someone who has never experienced anything similar or have no prior belief in may find, well frankly, unbelievable. It’s not my job however to make you believe. All that I can do is to relay to you what has happened to me personally. Your belief in it is your own. My hope is that it opens your eyes to the possibility that there is much more to what is there than what we can see and touch, or that we were brought up to believe. You are reading this because you were led here for one reason or another. Take it for what you will.
Before beginning to tell the stories, I think it’s important to lay out a couple of things about how “it” happens. “It” being communication with spirit/passed on loved ones/etc. As I do so, I reiterate that I can only relay what has happened and happens for ME. Others have experienced it in the same way (which provided validation in the beginning that I was not losing my mind), while others experience things differently. I have done much reading and talking and looking into what has happened in order to learn and make sense of it but I share my own experiences and do not pretend to be an expert. To help with understanding the myriad of ways “it” can happen, below are examples and explanations of what may occur starting with the most basic.
Dream visits: these are beautiful and a huge favorite of mine. How do you know the difference between a dream and visitation in a dream? It’s not hard actually. In a regular dream, your loved one will simply be in it like everyone else in the dream. The context of the dream will remain unchanged. It will seem normal that they are there. A visitation however is VERY different. In this case, your departed loved one will appear within your dream, out of its normal context. You will be aware and alert to the fact that they should not be there, that they are dead and gone. You will feel unbelievable joy in seeing them. They may or may not speak to you, embrace you, etc. They are normally short but powerful and leave you feeling incredibly peaceful upon ending. This will stay with you for some time upon becoming fully awake even though you are questioning what happened (because your logical mind doesn’t understand). Often, your loved one will look younger than they were when they left you. This is very common – I mean, wouldn’t you?
Tapping your energy field: this is very common but more difficult to pick up on. We can all do this but some of us are definitely more adept at it than others. Again, difficult to explain. The best term that I can use is “sixth sense.” You know when you FEEL something, or something comes to you, that you all of a sudden have a memory or a thought that you cannot shake? It’s like that. Often, if they are around you, and are trying to talk to you, it feels like that.
An example for instance. I was home working one day when I kept getting, out of nowhere, thoughts of yellow roses. Very random. It went on for a while until I was opening my pantry door and saw birthday candles and it hit me, my mom’s birthday (who is gone) was in two days. I felt a sudden physical warmth come over me when I said out loud, “oh Mom, it’s almost your birthday isn’t it?” You see, she loved yellow roses. I felt complete joy and peace knowing she was there with me and knew how happy she was that I heard her.
They can do this, they are just there like any other being who might be in the room with you – you would feel them. This being might make you feel happy, sad, etc. Being still and open to it helps. You will absolutely know when it happens.
Meditation: This is a great way to make contact and I include it because it would be wrong not to. If it’s something you want to try, I would not recommend that you sit down yogi style and try to hum your way through it. You’ll never try it again. There are lots of free guided meditations online that you can use (some are MUCH better than others). I believe that it’s a great practice to go into for peace of mind first. Anything that comes after is just icing on the cake.
The premise however is that if you can learn to quiet yourself and elevate yourself to a place beyond the hubbub of this plane, you will be more open to “hear.” It does work for a lot of things. You would be amazed. It’s been around for centuries for good reason.
Signs and synchronicities: This one kind of fits in with messing with your energy field and I’ve written about it before, but it bears repeating. Somehow, someway, they figure out how to use their energy to manipulate things around you. Remember, they are NOT GONE. They are just different now. The soul is still full of energy and can be felt. Synchronicities happen when they prompt someone else to make something happen to get your attention. Signs come along when they actually do something to say, “hey – it’s me!”
You may even see something if you are really lucky!
Astral projection/travel: So, here’s where it gets beefy – the point where if it never happened to you, you can’t even imagine. For me, it’s happened since I was very young but in very limited capacity. The only person I every shared it with was my mom who completely believed what I told her as I encountered what I believe was an Angel and a spirit guide at a pivotal time in my life. This experience left me full of joy and hope that all would be ok. I knew from that moment on that there was more. I was shown by these beings hope for a future and felt pure bliss in that time frame. Since then, and after the loss of Brian, things ramped up and experiences became aplenty. Fascinating, joy filled, funny, just downright cool things that I can begin to tell in future posts now that the groundwork is in place.
To be honest, this is the hard part to tell. It sounds completely crazy I KNOW! So, what is it exactly? For me, it is when your being or soul leaves your physical body and goes elsewhere. When people have “out of body” experiences at the point they are close to death – they report seeing themselves from above, being witness to what happens in the room, etc. It is much like that. What happens at that point varies and is honestly where the stories begin.
It has been the place where much communication and seeing my son has taken place. There has been love and humor, as there was here before he left. The subject itself is too difficult to take on in a single post and the stories varied and difficult to grasp. I only hope that with guidance I do figure out how to do the retelling of it all justice.
I believe that there are lots of us out there who have had some or all of these experiences in some form or another, the courage to talk about it is a whole other thing. It has been my experience since beginning this journey that if you are brave enough to step out, you will be met with lots of “me toos.”
Time……
Its ebb and flow.
It washes over us mostly unnoticed until we are in need of more of it, or until like a small child, it will not pass fast enough as we wait in anticipation of something exciting and magical.
It can be a thief, stealing our youth and the lives of those we love away.
It can be a beggar as it willfully seems to stand on our doorstep watching suffering and despair, continuously wanting more before finally continuing on.
It can be a gift allowing us a lifetime to spend with family and loved ones. or an opportunity to begin anew.
It can pass over while we sleep so silently that it goes unnoticed until we mark it with a milestone.
We have no control over time itself for it is not tangible though we try to make it so.
We wish it away, we wish it to come, we wish it over, we wish for more.
Time dances on. It does not stop to savor the joy or speed up to hurry through the pain.
Somehow, time in its non-capturable way passes over us with the rising and setting of the sun and, if we are lucky, we are changed by it.
For as sure as time moves on, time brings with it all that we are and all that we become.
Time will surely bring joy and laughter as it will bring sorrow and tears. It will bring defeat and triumph. Time will bring love. It will bring light and it will bring darkness.
It has no guarantee of balance or length – nor of its quality.
However, time is yours to do with it what you will. Strive to find as much peace in your time as you possibly can and fill it with love.
On this Valentine’s Day it seemed appropriate to share this short, sweet story. Love – it comes in many forms and as I’ve said before, it is not extinguished with the death of a body. Rather it lives on in its energetic form where it can be felt and kept close to your heart. Sometimes, it is so close, it’s tangible. Sometimes, its energy so strong it can be seen by human eye and very often by those of beloved pets.
Our family was blessed for many years with a pet named Emmie. She was a rescue dog from a shelter of mixed breed heritage and brought a sweetness to our lives we dearly miss. We brought her into our home when Brian and his brother were in third grade, and she grew up with them, not leaving until after Brian did, and well into her 15th year. She was of a quiet gentle nature and adored everyone (with the exception of one particular furniture delivery guy years ago who must have had some bad juju).
No matter where her bed was placed in our home, she always made her way to the doors outside of our bedrooms. Even in her advanced age, she made her way each night up a flight of stairs to rest on a landing between my room and my sons leaving her comfy bed downstairs unoccupied. There she would stay until someone came out to walk her down the next day.
One particular night, after Brian had been gone for some time, I was awakened to a sound I did not recognize. After coming around enough to begin to make sense of it, I realized I was hearing a steady “thump, thump, thump” coming from outside my room. I stood and made my way to the closed bedroom door as the sound continued and turned on the overhead light. The light did not stop the thumping and I realized that whatever it was, was hitting my door or close to it. I didn’t feel afraid, it was just odd, so I opened it to find Emmie there.
As the light from my room streamed out to the landing and stairway, I could plainly see her. She was sitting straight up, her tail wagging and steadily hitting my door jamb. Her eyes were wide open and staring up at something in what had been the pitch-black darkness with that puppy smile (you know that happy to see you smile they get). She was not looking at me, but rather something else. The light was streaming from behind me, the landing and stair well still dark, she did not break stride. She did not turn to look at me but rather kept staring, wagging and doggie smiling. As I was still groggy and not taking it all in, I said out loud, “aww, what are looking at girl?” as I touched her head and smiled, it had not hit me. I closed my door as she finally settled down and I went back to bed before I realized, I know what or better yet who she was smiling at.
Someone came to visit his puppy. There is simply no other explanation.
Love…..
This subject hit me yesterday with the words, “tackle it” whispered into my head. To be honest, I don’t feel completely equipped to move forth with such a complex endeavor but here I am all the same trusting that the words will come forth and the message will be delivered as it is supposed to be.
You see, it’s been a difficult year personally. Loss, struggle and frustration with the universe in general mixed in with what should be a joyous time in life. It has stonewalled me personally and frozen me in progress that I thought I had made over the years. I have stood still in that time and questioned again the purpose of it – the why?
I have been blessed through some of the difficulties in my own life with some amazing experiences to help me believe that there is more to life than what we can touch and feel, much more. but that doesn’t always prove to be enough to pull you through the darkest of days. So what does? What is the little beating pulse of life that somehow pulls us through when we feel as if we can’t anymore? What helps us breathe through one more moment until it becomes another hour, another day, a week, a month, a year?
To be completely honest, it’s been a challenge and when I say “keeping the faith” I refer not only to whom you believe from a religious aspect but also faith that things will change, that life will continue, that hope exists, etc., etc., etc. For myself, it’s a mixed bag and it’s changed over time. I have been all over and after losing my son literally, yes, literally told God in his heaven to ” F-off ” while crying in my shower. I’m sure that would provoke a gasp from some, but I know He knows that while I meant it at the time (I can’t lie and say that I didn’t), that I needed to get it out and that He has big shoulders – it’s all good. I still occasionally “salute” the universe as a whole on really bad days at the collective amount of crap that’s been loaded on my plate over the last 26 years or so, but I keep going. Somehow, I keep going.
In our paths of good and bad, even when the bad is outweighing the good so heavily that it feels as if we will never get from out from under it, how do we keep going? In this last year, I’ve honestly reexamined that a lot. While not everyone does and that is scary and sad, the vast majority do. How exactly do they “keep the faith” and what does that mean exactly?
The only truthful answer that I can come up with is Love. It brings tears to my own eyes as I write it – the simplicity of it all. It is everything. No matter who it is for, where or to whom it is directed to or from, it is the light, it is the beat within all of us that spurs us forward. It is the gift we were given that is intangible and immeasurable. The force of it can do anything yet, cannot be bought or sold, it simply exists.
If something as simple as love is enough to push one through the most awful experiences of our lives, if its force is enough to somehow help us believe that we can get though another day, if the love for another person is enough to keep us here and living when we don’t want to be – how could anything be more powerful than that? How could we not believe that there is more to all that we experience than what we can touch and see?
It would seem that the subject isn’t so complex after all.
Keep the Faith – Love one another.
Some losses, you don’t really recover from in the true sense of the word.
People inquire from time to time (God bless them) but there isn’t a way to adequately describe the walk through child loss. Time passes and you move forward.
“You seem so happy”
“It’s so good to see you smile”
I hear that a lot and yes, there are rich moments, ones filled with joy and true happiness.
Those moments are likely sweeter than for someone who hasn’t experienced this kind of pain because when they happen, they are truly precious.
I like to think of them as flowers along the path.
You have to learn to look for the flowers.
You see, it’s a daily trudge along this path. It’s often tiring and uphill searching for the bright spots or “flowers”.
Some days, there are seemingly no flowers so you keep walking with the belief that there are surely more ahead.
Some arrive in bunches when there are too many to pick and the air is full of fragrance so you lie down in them instead and hope that the feeling lasts forever.
Some flowers are random and single along the walk so you snatch those up and hold on to them relishing the scent and the color like a blind person seeing for the first time.
Eventually, the petals do fall away so you sigh, drop the stem and carry on knowing that sometimes it’s brutal between the flowers.
Life keeps marching on.
Some flowers are small and white bringing a quick moment of joy while others are bright and tall and give longer moments of pause.
The trick is to pick them…as many as you can as often as you can.
Touch them, smell them, appreciate them.
They are what matter, they are the gifts that keep reminding you that there is beauty in living even when the cost seems too high on the flower free days.
Some flowers are people who say the right thing when you need to hear it the most, a kind smile, a look or a gesture.
Some flowers are beautiful words in a book, poem or a song verse.
Some, a place that brings peace to your soul.
Others were there all along, lying low to the ground, asking to be recognized and picked up…your loved ones who never left you and want nothing more than to mend your broken heart.
The flowers are there and all the more beautiful, even when the hills are treacherous and exhausting to climb.
Look for your flowers. They are growing everywhere.
I’ve said in previous posts that there are certain dates that are more difficult for the griever. They come upon you in a wave like crash. You do not have to look at a calendar, your body feels it before it arrives. Today, is one of those days as a birth date is approaching. In creating this blog, I wrote “notes” and outlines of events that occurred over time. I was somehow reminded a little while ago of this particular event which took place about three years ago on another one of “those” days. I have to assume that the nudge means it was time to share it.
February – it is the month he left us. The 18th to be exact. No time is ever easy but ask any grieving parent and they will tell you that this date, the anniversary, is tougher than any other day. Nearly four years have passed now since that awful day in 2014. As terrible as this particular day began however, Brian somehow managed a beautiful twist at its end, letting me know what hope lies behind it all – that he is never really far away from my thoughts or my emotions as I cope with them.
Driving through town I was hit out of the clear blue with missing him. A missing so brutal that it brought me to immediate tears – the ugly cry. The one where you lose the ability to catch your breath, sob, get puffy eyed, runny nosed, just let me get home kind of crying.
As it turned out, we had plans for the evening. It was date night Saturday and we were heading to our favorite restaurant in a couple of hours. With this sudden wave, I felt beaten down and tired, not really wanting to go. I pushed myself into warrior mode and rallied trying to salvage at least part of the day. We called in reinforcement, my cousin Keith, and met him there as he is often our fun side kick for the evening. Upon arrival, the bar was full – the tables actually empty but holding “reserved” signs on each of them. We managed 3 seats at the end. Enjoying cocktails and each other, I noticed first a friend at the end and the attorney who handled Brian’s estate. Seriously? Not a wonderful reminder on such a date but there it was, a piece of him in the midst of my evening.
As my husband got up to excuse himself for a moment, a couple came in to my left grabbing the last remaining spot at the bar. As there was only one bar stool, the gentleman seated his companion and stood behind her awaiting the server. We made a joke about the empty tables and how we’d have to have a talk with our friend who owned the place, etc. Upon my husband’s return, the recognition between he and the gentleman was made. They were business acquaintances from years ago.
After lots of catching up, the conversation turned to an old antebellum home my husband owned with his former wife back in his late twenties. They discussed the work done on it, who owned it now, etc. The conversation turned to the fact that the home was “haunted” and those stories were told. My husband explained what his ex wife and children had seen, as well as what he had seen and felt, his own visual experiences being a flash of light that you could follow across the room similar in nature to the television show “The Flash.”
At the moment that came up, I had to stop myself from telling them how that had happened to him again several times accompanied by the same feeling after Brian’s passing. I sat to myself silently recalling all the times we shared “what I saw last night” stories and were dumfounded as they were always on the same night. Who would really understand that anyway?
So the conversations continued as did the laughing about the home. Somewhere in it however, I was surprised when the gentleman states that he believed it all completely. With an air of complete seriousness in all the frivolity, he went on to simply state, “I lost my son 18 years ago in an automobile accident and I saw him sitting once by my wife on her side of the bed.”
I had to catch my breath for a split second but could only say, “me too,” as our souls connected in that instant.
The note comparing began. My son is Brian, his son is Ryan. Both young men died in an automobile accident at the age of 20 years old. They decided at the last minute to go out that evening. Ryan’s dad had had a crappy day too. There was one chair available at the bar when they arrived – they thought there were two because my husband was in the restroom so they became a part of our evening.
There was first, no doubt that Brian was telling me, I hear you mom and I am with you. I also believe that he found Ryan and they orchestrated this little dinner party for two grieving parents to find solace and peace. There was so much love in the air that Keith made the comment, “I feel honored to be witness to this.” We drank a toast to our sons, Brian and Ryan, our unseen dinner attendees and I suppose our hosts when you think about it.
I haven’t felt very inspired to write since losing my brother a few month’s ago. Last night, I found this – something I wrote a couple of years ago while traveling by plane to a work event. Perspective is a good thing – every day. Strive to find it.
I think of you a lot when I am traveling by air. It’s quiet, but that’s obvious. It feels closer to what we all perceive to be “heaven” though I know that’s not the case anymore. Maybe it’s because I feel lifted away from the world below for a little while – as you must be. Lighter, flying. Maybe it’s because I can see the clouds and the beauty of them through different eyes, closer up as I travel through their mist and become a part of them as you must get to do.
Maybe it’s because the sun is more beautiful from up here – brighter. Its colors shining though the sky with blinding streams. Prisms of light coursing through the sky. Or possibly, it’s because what lies below looks so small in comparison to what our lives must really be in the larger scheme of things.
The water always captures my attention. Its movement, its ebb and flow. The currents so visible from above, moving one way and another, just as our lives do. The ships on its surface looking so small from this higher perspective, easily sitting atop and moving their way through it.
The homes below sit in their selected spots upon the land. Some in neat boxes, perfectly lined in subdivision streets while others sit alone with expansions of land all around them. These look especially peaceful and inviting – as if they have figured out a secret the rest did not.
There is the majesty of the mountains so regal, yet still so small from the view above it all. All of the twists, the turns, the heights, the flatlands create an amazing tapestry to look upon and somewhere still above it all lies a peacefulness in knowing that there is still more. For there is you.
There is you and a creator and a whole other part of creation which we are unable to see with our eyes but one you have led me to on this path to once again remember and to feel. To learn that there is being a human being and being a soul – that they are inexplicably tied and both a part of creation. So today I ride in gratefulness for the knowledge, the perspective, and for you my sweet boy.
Tragic events shake our core, often bringing us to question many things. We ask, we reevaluate the importance and meaning of our lives. Sometimes, our faith is shattered and rebuilt in a different way. Personally, it is my belief that can be a positive thing, albeit painful while on the road. Tragic losses – really tragic losses will level you to that place.
Along that path, if you are a believer in God or a person of faith, you would not be human to not ask the question, “why?” Some things in life make no sense. This began for me in the halls of St Jude’s Children’s Research Hospital many years ago as I sat and realized that every parent was praying, hundreds of them. Every family was afraid. Was God listening? It occurred to me at that point that, while He surely had to be, a merciful God was not a puppet master saying, “yes, yes, no, yes” to each parent pleading that their child might survive. There simply had to be more to it.
So, you could become a non believer. That would be easy to do given how many people we knew who lost their innocent children. You could say, “God is good, my child survived.” I believe in the end, it is your own road to follow and that you can only know when you KNOW.
In my own search for answers, and in the loss of a child years later, I kept looking and found gifts I didn’t expect and turns of events that were surprises. One of them has been a gift of “hearing” of sorts. Information can be downloaded to me when I am still that does not come from my own mind. It’s easy to tell the difference because it is very fast and the words are coming in on top of my own thoughts – like two thought streams. There are no pauses, no blips, just a stream of words being told to me. It’s not often. It’s eloquent and smarter than I am.
Once such event happened in February of 2019 and I have been being reminded over and over recently to relay it as my mind ponders another tragic loss in my own family.
2/22/2019-
I awoke early in the morning and reached out to talk to God. I have found that harder to do recently as my perspective of God, the one I grew up with has changed, is changing…. As I have become more spiritual than religious, I feel a closeness to a team of beings who support me, who support us from the other side (for they have shown themselves to me – guides, angels, etc..) It’s been easy to believe in them and in souls that can reach out to us. In all that I have seen and heard and read from others however, there is honestly little talk of a “God” like figure – looking and acting in a role of Father, waiting for us when we die. I’ve mourned that a little and have been searching for that answer, trying to find peace and what lies as truth in my own soul. I still believe, just not precisely in the exact way I always did.
So, this morning, I asked again. Immediately, I felt a presence. A smiling, loving presence come over me. With it was more peace that I could ever explain in words and with it, an answer. A channeled (for lack of a better term) answer was given to me. I found it beautiful and fitting to everything that I had been learning…
I was told that we are all parts of God. Tiny parts of a great beautiful light. A light so large, majestic and bright that we could never look upon it as a whole. If we were able to look down upon the fragments of light, we would see this beautiful kaleidoscope created. Lights of different shapes and colors – all in constant motion and varying hues and brightness. Some lights flicker while others beam brightly. Some seem to fade now and again, only to be reignited by nearby lights offering a spark from their own . – The light is love, the light is God and we are all part of that whole beating brilliant explosion which gave off these shards. -These shards ignite our souls.
I do not know who delivered it. There was no introduction. It came however with peace, kindness and a great deal of love. I’m just the messenger.
for Alex and Leslie….
It’s a funny thing how we move through life in a constant state of hurry up pretty much ignoring everything around us…everything that is that really matters. How often do you stop and honestly breathe in what surrounds you? Do you notice the blue of the sky, the sound of the birds in the morning or the colors of the trees as they bloom with new life in the spring? I think that the answer for most of us is sometimes yes but usually not. I think the same can be said for the synchronicities and signs that we receive from those that have passed on – unless they smack us so hard in the face that we have no choice but to stop and say, ok, I see you now. Maybe that’s the fun of it.
I’ve had the subject matter of this particular blog in my head for some time but life has been busy as of late and I haven’t made the time to clear my head to write. It’s bothered me and I woke thinking about it early this week. Upon opening my eyes on Monday morning, it was my first thought and the worry was how to write with so much else on my mind. My very next move was to open the email account associated with this blog. What I found was motivation in a beautiful email from a stranger.
There was the answer to my concern and worry – given in the exact moment that I asked, ” how?” In the exact moment that I needed encouragement, this lovely person had left a note giving it to me. My guess is that her Alex had already met Brian and knew what needed to be done. Call it synchronicity, call it what you will…..I know.
So on to signs. There are lots of them and while I don’t diminish any of them, I don’t run around thinking every bird in my yard is one either. I am actually fairly skeptical. I have learned that when it’s real, your body KNOWS it. There are hairs that stand up on end, there’s a warmth in your heart that stays with you. You know that you have been touched. They are kind of unmistakable but they can sneak up on you.
I understand how someone in spirit can do certain things. A soul is energy. Our physical body dies but our soul goes on. Love lives on. It makes complete sense to me that “they” can probably figure out how to use their energy to mess with lights and energy in a room, how to prod your emotions by feeding off of your own energy, etc. Other things, bewilder the heck out of me however. This is one of those things….but it happens. Coins. Quarters to be exact. Unexplainable, strange occurrences with quarters.
It started simply enough. Not long after Brian left, I started to notice them, but not really notice them, in random places…where they shouldn’t be. Outside my back door (where no one ever went), in my bathroom sink, on my bed and often in pairs….the list goes on. This went on for a long time and usually, I dismissed it (why wouldn’t you?) After months of it, I began to wonder and kind of laugh at it but not give it serious thought. I’d heard the expression “pennies from heaven” but thought it kind of silly. How could that be?
Some time later, I was messaging with Brian’s best friend’s mom who told me he was heavy on her mind as the kids were coming in for a hunting weekend and that Brian should be there. He loved those weekends and her cooking. Just as she was thinking about it, she said that a penny fell out of thin air in the middle of the kitchen and hit the floor right next to her. We laughed and I said that I had been getting quarters but I was his mom so I must rank higher.
Of course the story got relayed to her son who was, as expected, skeptical and shrugged it off. Time passed and it seemed that Brian decided that his buddy should be treated to the same. He began to receive quarters himself in odd places, much like I had been. Like me, he carried doubt as to how real it was until….
His mom messaged me a photo that he sent to her one morning. It is unexplainable in every way. He sent it and told her what it was but for several hours did not want to talk about it. The reality of it obviously took time to comprehend. Her son/Brian’s friend lived alone at the time, went to sleep the night before and awoke with this quarter on the wall above his bed. There was no glue, no tape, no anything holding it there. It was just ON the wall. As if Brian were telling him, in his 20 year old Brian way, “Man, it is really me.”
The quarters continued for a long time – I was having lunch in a restaurant in New Orleans and went to the restroom. It was a large single occupancy room with an oriental rug on the floor. Out of no where, I caught out of the corner of my eye a flash followed by a thump of something hitting the floor about a foot or so away from me. You guessed it, a shiny new quarter lay on the rug. All I could do was smile and say thank you.
More than once, I’ve gotten change back on a ticket that should have been a couple of cents only to open the book and have two quarters there instead. I can’t event count how many times I open my luggage and find a quarter in it when I KNOW it was cleaned out the last time I unpacked. We laugh about that all the time. I think it’s his way of telling me he’s going along.
It makes zero sense to me – it’s completely illogical, ridiculous even. I mean seriously? All I can say is it happened.
I said before that I’ve spoken to mediums. I spoke to one about the quarters. She laughed out loud at Brian’s response when she asked him, “Why quarters?” (Apparently that particular denomination is not all that common) It was so simply Brian….. “Because I can.”
