My friends love to hear about the signs we see. They love the stories about iPads that turn on by themselves, squirrels who follow us on walks, and sea gulls that photobomb our family picture. Sometimes butterflies hover around us, like they have a message. These are just some of the stories, and we love to share them with those who will listen.
There are moments of clarity, where I hear his whisper in my ear. He often speaks the loud truths that I don’t always want to hear. Many times, I know he’s been sitting next to me; I can feel him as his spirit is full of energy. Often, when I need him the most is when I can hear his voice in my head the loudest, but he’s never stern.
We all have dreams where we “catch up” and while he politely listens to us, he already knows the things we tell him. We know he doesn’t need our updates, but our human-nature needs him to be missing our events, not just out of reach witnessing them all. He always looks like his “before” picture, but he has the wisdom of an angel. Seeing him there is like cancer never existed for our family. We all cherish those dreams, and awake from them feeling both comforted and sad.
Many times a week, I hear his words coming out of the mouths of my kids, although they probably never heard him say that phrase before. Sometimes, one of my kids breaks out in his mannerisms that are just like him, I’d swear he was physically inside of them. His sense of humor and jokes are around, even though my kids are too young to clearly remember that side of their dad.
These are just a few of examples of the moments we feel him, the moments he shows he’s still here with us. They are precious moments and I carry them in my heart. I know he is never far and I’m so grateful. Those of us who loved him, know that while these moments are a gift, they pale in comparison to who we lost.
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