A Sign? (Long)
Lynn Lynn
Dad, Sis and BIL. Now I am wondering if I received a sign from Mom and
Dad -
I went to daughters for Christmas yesterday. When I returned home last
night a small plant on my porch was knocked off the table. Easy
explanation for that - wind, animal, etc.
However, when I entered the house there were two pennies on the floor in
the room Mom stayed in. Now I had been in and out of that room prior to
leaving and there were NO pennies on the floor. I couldn't possibly
have missed them.
Mom and Dad were always picking up pennies and putting them in a jar and
somehow I just feel this was a sign from them that everything is OK.
At the time I found them I just picked them up and put them in with some
change even though I was so curious as to how they got there. No one
else had been in the house.
It wasn't until about an hour later that I suddenly felt it was a "sign"
from Mom and Dad. Now I wish I would have kept the pennies separate but
I guess I did what Mom and Dad would have done!
Whether it was a sign or my wishful thinking - the pennies mysteriously
appeared at a most precious time.
Just wanted to share my experience with you!
Lynn
Evelyn
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Dear Lynn,
Whether or not it was an ACTUAL sign from them is not at issue here, but the
joy you felt at seeing them, and the remembrance you felt, now THAT was the
real sign, the real message.
My daughter knew that my mother's favorite flower was the purple Iris. So
every year on mothers day she sends me a bunch of exquisite purple irises.
We both have a wonderful poignant moment over it at that time. I feel
especially close to my own mother when I see them, and I also feel
especially close to my daughter for remembering. If there is a sign to be
had, it is the feeling I get. I close my eyes for a moment and think of my
mother at that time. I could almost feel her looking over my shoulder.
:-)
--
Evelyn
"Even as a mother protects with her life her only child, So with a boundless
heart let one cherish all living beings." --Sutta Nipata 1.8
A R Pickett
My mother, in the years before overconsumption of alcohol robbed her of many
pleasures, was an avid gardener and specialized in varieties of iris. She
had umpteen catalogs sent to her regularly, and tried to cultivate many
different bulbs, with varying degrees of success.
She never was much good at arranging flowers, and usually lost in local
flower shows to another avid gardener who had a very artistic flair.
So she shifted to getting the best possible specimen of specific blooms, and
began to win ribbons for having the flower closest to the "standard" in the
judges' eyes.
I have had more than one screening mammogram come back as suspicious, and
have been sent more than once for a diagnostic series. The center where I
go remodeled and expanded its facilities. After one particularly ominous
set of comments from the radiologist, I went back for another round - this
time for my first trip to the new rooms and new interior decor. As I
twisted my upper torso into the uncomfortable poses requested by the
technician, my eyes fell on a print on the far wall, of a group of jars half
full of water, with a single stalk of iris in each one. Just like the
entries my mother got ready to enter in the local flower show.
I burst into tears. She was suddenly SO close to me. Fortunately, the
technician was understanding, accepting, and reassuring once she knew that
she had not caused me unbearable pain! We took a brief "break" together
while I composed myself, and finished the exam. The next day brought the
report that all was "negative" in the radiologist eyes, and I was free and
clear until the next exam.
Like you and the pennies on the floor, I regarded this as a "sign" I have
heard many similar stories. I don't regard them as "nutty" or "strange" It
seems to me that the stories represent the many ways we remained connected
to all those we have loved who have gone before us. These connections are
quite real. And the best reaction to them is, as you phrased it: "a sign
that everything is OK."
Happy New Year!
Woodstock
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I see feathers so often while I am mowing my grass. I am certain my MIL is
with me. I was one of the luckier DIL's in the MIL Department.
I count on my mom to be with me when I am driving (I have a driving phobia
and am limited to how far I drive alone). I get strength from her.
Your story is sweet. It reminds me of the pennies I find in my driveway.
My kids know I pick up change, pennies, nickels, whatever. I know they will
put a coin or two down when they leave. I've never mentioned it to them but
I KNOW...LOL!
smiles,
Elise
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