After reading Algernon’s post I thought to myself, he’ll have little signs from his mom to look forward to.
This may sound like an odd sentiment, but I’m sure it’s a pretty common phenomenon, and was wondering if anyone else has had the same type of experience.
A week after my father died suddenly, my mother was preparing to take a shower when the fawcet handle came off in her hand. She started crying to herself, as it capped a long frustrating week where nothing seemed to go right. After a few moments, she thought to herself, “I guess I need to learn to take care of things myself now” and set about to fix the fawcet herself. She looked at the pieces in her hand and knew she needed a phillips head screwdriver. She wasn’t sure where my dad kept his tools, so she began to look around for something she could use to improvise with. Then she saw something that made her laugh out loud and begin crying all over again, but in a comforted way. In the toothbrush holder, of all things, hung a phillips head screwdriver. It was almost as if my dad had put it there before he died, for my mom to use in just this instance.
As far as my own experience, one of my favorite pictures of my dad is of him feeding seagulls at the shore. Here in northeastern PA, seagulls aren’t very common. Every now and then, if something really good happens, or if I’m going through a rough time, I’ll see a seagull feel better.
I was in the process of buying my grandparents house when my grandmother passed away. Alot of their stuff came with the house, and I pretty much knew where they kept everything. However, my wife did not. One time, she was looking for some thing or another that she had seen once before. She knew it was in the house, but wasn’t sure where it was kept. After about 2 hours of tearing the house apart looking for it, she checked a cabinet that she had checked several times before, and it was right there, almost as if my grandmother put it there for her to find. It was then that I began to refer to it as “our kitchen” instead of “Momma’s kitchen”, because that was her sign to us that she was glad we kept the house in the family.
Does anyone else have similar stories?