Those of you who are familiar with my non-fiction book WE ARE DIFFERENT NOW know it’s about my journey through grief after the death of my 21-year-old grandson. He fell 100 feet from a Colorado mountain ledge to the canyon floor below where he died instantly from a skull fracture. This happened in the pitch black of night in the wee hours of his mother’s birthday on July 5, 2010. You also know that since then, I am convinced that we really do get signs from those who’ve transitioned to the other side.
My dear friend, Marilyn, whom I talked to several times a day for 17 years, even though she lived in Sacramento and I’m in Colorado, left for heaven on May 7, 2014. During our conversations, we promised that whoever went first would send the other signs that they were there. I waited a long time and then had a talk with Marilyn, telling her I’d had no signs yet. The next morning, two doves were sitting in a tree beside our deck. We’ve never had doves where I’ve lived for 35 years, but we’ve had them since then.
This month (the two-year angelversary of her death), one dove has been coming to the glider in front of our big picture window and sitting on the back, gazing at me inside. Doves are normally pretty skitzy and leave if they even see movement. Marilyn used to visit us for a week, several times a year, and she loved to sit on that couch to watch the wildlife that crosses our deck and enjoy the view of the mountains.
Yesterday, I came outside from an appointment in another town where my husband was waiting in our car. As I opened my passenger door, there was a fluffy feather on the ground. I believe such feathers are a communication and always pick them up, which I did. Then I noticed it had some dry mud on it, so tossed it back out onto the ground and we drove off.
We made a few other stops, went to the grocery store (which takes forever) and exhausted, I told my husband we needed to load the groceries and have lunch somewhere. I got in the car and imagine my surprise when I went to close the door and found that muddy, fluffy little feather lying there on the armrest of the door I’d opened and closed so many times since I tossed it back outside the car. I’d even opened it and left it open because it’s hot at the lower altitude where we shop. In addition, it was a super windy day. This cemented my belief that “someone” is trying to tell me they are close right now. I suspect it is Marilyn.
Another thing that happened close to the date of her death this year is that I turned our bedroom television off when we went to bed and am positive it was completely off and the screen was dark. At 2:00 a.m., our cat was frantically trying to wake me up. I figured he was just aggravating me, but decided to get up and make that long, dreadful trip to the loo while I was awake. When I came back, the whole room was lit up like from a powerful night light. The television screen was glowing brightly and causing this – no picture, no sound, just this brilliant phantom light. It gave me chills as I turned it off and got back in bed.
By now, you are probably convinced that I’m truly “out there” and a tad wacky, but I really believe in spiritual communications. Pete’s death drove this home like nothing else could. I’ve been missing Marilyn quite a bit lately, probably due to the anniversary of her death and the fact that her birthday is May 30th. Of course, I miss Pete every single day. If you’d like to learn more about my beliefs regarding spiritual communications, you can always check out my book WE ARE DIFFERENT NOW.
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