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 the middle of the night
About the little girl who called out your Daughter’s name
And the message she wrote 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
So Much Love
Postscript: Each of the above mentions 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 their loved ones were sending them a message from across the veil.