Signs, signs, everywhere signs
My son finished his varsity football season on Saturday with a loss in the playoffs. My mom’s birthday was the following day and my dad, who passed away in 2019, made his presence known to me and my mom this past weekend. He likes to do that when big events are happening or coming up.
Sign #1
We arrived near Traverse City for my son’s playoff game and went straight to the hotel. My husband and I checked into our room and proceeded to unpack. For those of you that know me, you know that I am an overpacker. Big time! So obviously my husband finished unpacking his bag 30 minutes before me. He sat on the bed and waited ever-so-patiently for me to hang my clothes in the closet, for our 24 hours in TC (Lol. Yep, 24 hours, and me with a full suitcase). We chatted about where we wanted to go for dinner and he perused his phone for restaurant ideas. Ten minutes later, I had finished unpacking and we had a plan for dinner. Let’s go.
My husband stood up from the bed and I noticed something right where he had been sitting. It was a penny. I thought, what the heck!? A penny?! He did not have change in his pockets. We didn’t put anything on the bed. Well, well, well. Hello sign! I immediately felt my dad in the room with us. I smiled, laughed a little, and said hi to him. He often leaves me coins when he wants me to know he’s around. I acknowledged his presence and thanked him for stopping by and for giving me a sign to know he was around. I immediately felt this sense of pride from him. I could feel how proud he was of my son for his (and his team’s) successful season in football and how they made it to the playoff game. That moment with him was beautiful, peaceful and joyous.
Sign #2
We arrived home safely after our 7-hour drive back from the game. My son arrived home with the team about 2 hours later. He dropped his football bag in the laundry room and proceeded to the refrigerator. I went to sleep. The next morning, I was the only one awake and decided to get the football jerseys and pants washed so he could return his gear to the school. My son had the sense to open his football bag so his sweaty stuff would dry. Thank you! Ha ha. As I began removing his jerseys, something shiny caught my eye. Next to my son's muddy cleats was a bright, shiny dime, left by my dad nonetheless. I paused and let out a comforting sigh. Even in the not-so-exciting moments, like when doing laundry, our loved ones are with us, dropping signs and hints to let us know that they are ALWAYS with us. I had a ‘mom moment’, shed some sad tears, but also some thankful tears, snapped this picture for you to see the sign, and proceeded to do laundry with my dad.
I don’t know if he’d mind me telling you this or not, sorry dad, but here goes…the reason this coin-laundry-moment was so funny, and the reason I had tears was because when I was a teenager, I had a heated chat with my dad about laundry. I was frustrated with him and basically said he was being lazy because he would not empty his pockets before tossing his laundry into the washing machine. I’d find coins all day long in the washer. Then little ole me would have to jump up into the washer, and for those of you that are my height of 5’3’’ you know the feeling of teetering and balancing yourself on the edge of the machine with your head in the washer and your legs angled ever so carefully as not to topple into the washer. Yeah, yea, I could have gotten a chair, but there wasn’t a chair in the basement for me, nor a step stool, so I just used my gymnastics skills and jumped up onto that washer ledge like the uneven bars. LOL. During the heated conversation about emptying his pockets I said, “Dad, I separate, wash, dry, fold, and put your laundry away, is it THAT HARD FOR YOU TO empty your pockets?!!” Guess who never left coins in his pockets again after that? Ha ha ha.
I had forgotten all about this until just now. Isn’t it funny how our loved ones messages come through and oftentimes not only ring true in that very moment, but sometimes trigger memories, forgotten memories of little stories and moments?
He and I had a good laugh at this memory that flashed into my mind. And then I did the laundry. Thanks for the sign, dad! And thanks for allowing me to find the coin BEFORE I washed the clothes. No need to teeter in the washer like old times. Ha ha
Sign #3
My mom told me this story. She and my brother were in her kitchen and the lights began to flicker. She said they kept flickering even after she checked the switches and even her clock to see if the power had gone off and then came back on. Nope. All was fine. Then she said it dawned on her that it was her birthday and my dad was popping in to say, Happy Birthday! She said as soon as she said hi to my dad, chatted a bit and thanked him for coming by for her birthday, the lights stopped flickering. Just. Like. That. My dad wanted to get her attention. He had a very important message for her and once she acknowledged him and his message, he stopped. Trust those signs!
Sign #4
Ohp, and I just saw a sparkle in the corner of the room as I’m typing. Hee hee. Hi Dad!
The next time you find a coin, or your lights flicker for ‘no’ reason, pause for a moment and reflect on what you are sensing, feeling and thinking. Our loved ones communicate with us in many, many ways. Remember, Spirit is simply energy that is no longer in physical form. Spirit needs to get creative in how they can get our attention. They/Spirit/Energy are always around us. Always. It’s limitless, boundless, and timeless. Remember that. Your loved ones are NOT gone, they are simply in a different form, and they really want to communicate with you. Try to listen, feel, and/or see their signs. They LOVE when we do!
Thank you for reading!
xoxo, Joni