Moments of Grace: Signs and Synchronicities (#4) Merely Coincidence?

Each of the following vignettes refers to events, just too perfect to be mere coincidence. With awe, tears or goose bumps, often all three, I listened to the touching and detailed stories shared by friends, acquaintances and family who knew or suspected that their loved ones were sending them a message from across the veil. I share them here, along with some of my own with deep gratitude and the knowledge that Love Never Dies.

Merely Coincidence?

Tell me again about your Beloved

and the rainbow

About your Brothers,

and how you thought you saw one

sitting across the street in his funky car.

Did he send the butterfly you just

couldn’t shake?

Now the other has shown us

so powerfully

that he Shines On

Tell me about the lights on your bicycle

flashing in the middle of the night

About the little girl in your class

who called out your Daughter’s name

And the message you found

Your Daughter wrote it

on the underside of the table

before she passed

Tell me about your son’s writing

on that next page of the scratch pad

You found it months later

It said “I love you Dad.”

About the roller hockey game

on your brother’s anniversary

and the actor from the film

you used to watch together

About your dancing fire

and the strange green light

At your best friend’s memorial

What about the Rose that blooms

like clockwork

Beside the sculpture I created

for your baby girl?

Or your Father, and his favorite seafood dish

at your business meeting?

You told me that your Brother

pointed to his head

in your dream

before you even knew

what had happened

And that although you were sad

about leaving,

you were not afraid to die

because you knew the Truth

Tell me again about your vivid dreams,

the coyote and the hummingbirds

About the boy on the train

who talked your ear off

And when you asked him his name,

what did he say?

It was our son’s name

Then I will tell you

about my hummingbirds

And the smoke in the night sky

About a stranger

with a bouquet of flowers

A Soldier who called me from Germany

to talk about Brothers

While at the same time the Medium

was telling me that my son was talking

about Brothers…

and to look out

for the bouquet of flowers

Then another handsome Soldier

appeared at my car window

with a smile

Answering a question

I had only asked in my head

I’ll tell you what the young man,

a complete stranger,

called out to me

As I was leaving the restaurant

About the oddly familiar way

the little boy in the vet’s office

looked at me,

then kissed his dog.

What name did his mother call him

when it was time to go?

It was our son’s name

I’ll tell you how grateful I am

for all of you

And for those who share messages

with such clarity

No longer afraid to say

that they SEE

and HEAR what others may not

So is it merely coincidence

That we met

the night before our Sons’ birthdays?

Two mothers,

Two candles in one slice of cake

at The Olive Garden

That we met on a bridge,

in a store,

at the gas station?

We are the ones I am writing for

with So Much Love.


Moments of Grace: Signs and Synchronicities (#6) Look For Me In The Clouds

The signs mostly come when I’m alone, and often in a series, like puzzle pieces. Words can’t express how grateful I am for them. But I have to say, there’s something so amazing and validating when you have witnesses! I recently had a reading with a medium who told me that my son Nick closed his communication with “Look for me in the clouds.” 

About three days of perfectly blue, cloudless California skies followed…

Then the fires started. One night, on or close to the full moon, my partner and I walked out of our front door into the yard. The moon was huge, low in the sky, and orange, because of all the smoke. A few minutes later she literally gasped  “Oh my God, look at that!”

There in the smoky clouds, was a giant, wildly colored image of a hummingbird in flight. It looked like a painting, more realistic than abstract. I had not told her about my reading. However, she was aware that one of Nick’s strongest signs for me is the hummingbird.

The truth is, I had noticed something a minute or so earlier, (but the scene was not yet what it would become)  and I looked away, thinking that I’d better get a grip. When my partner called my attention back to the sky, the hummingbird was in his full glory. I stood there in awe and a bit confused…

Then I realized how absolutely brilliant it was!

As a young boy, Nick had been obsessed with fire fighters and everything fire related…We probably visited every fire station in town.  I even made curtains and a duvet cover for his room with a fire truck theme.  Of course he wasn’t going to send me the fluffy white clouds I had pictured when I was told “Look for me in the clouds” !!!              

That wasn’t Nick’s style when he was in his physical body, why would it be now?  

Postscript: It’s now been almost four years since Nick passed. After several more of these types of experiences, (they continue to this day), and much study and exploration on my part, I now know that my son is not lost to me. He is very present in my life and the lives of those he loves.