If you live in our area, you probably noticed the wicked thunderstorm that we had on Wednesday night. The storm began with an enormous black cloud rolling in. We did not see in the hospital, but many people saw it and it was so ominous, they remarked about it. An enormous thunderclap shook the windows of the hospital right at the time Francine died. Everyone noticed! The storm went on for quite awhile. Several hours later, as we all left the hospital, the rain and thunder were over but the most beautiful lightening was filling the sky. “A sign from Francine” I thought?!?!?
We all met for dinner last night at my grandma’s. We went to tell her about Francine. Once again, it was something that had to be done in person. Needless to say, she was shocked. She could not even comprehend what we were saying at first. She just kept crying “Poor Timmy”. Tim was there. He sat with her and told her everything and made sure she knew how peacefully she left this world. Once again, it was almost like a party, with nearly 20 of us there, eating, laughing, crying and just being together.
At one point, one of us began talking about that thunderstorm. None of us had talked much about it while we were in the hospital. I don’t know if we just didn’t want to sound silly, or did not know if it was appropriate but tonight when the subject came up, we realized that not only did everyone of us take notice of it, but all of us thought that it was a sign! We had all taken note of the time. Many of our friends and family had sent messages, texts, emails about the storm and how it coincided with Francine’s time of death and we compared those stories.
We all are convinced that somehow Francine was a part of that commotion – that tremendous thunderclap. She loved to make an entrance and we all think that she was letting us know that she arrived and that was just her crashing through the pearly gates of Heaven…
because of course, she had to let us know that she had arrived.