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Coincidence or Sign from Mom?

coincidence

It has been awhile since I went to the cemetery to visit my mom.  During the week, I had been out shopping for some things at the pharmacy and saw a sweet, yellow, stuffed duck that reminded me of her.  Everyone knew who knew my mom knew that yellow ducks were her “thing!”  People in town even called her, “The Duck Lady” because she had such a connection.  Whenever I see a cute, little duck, I think of her.  Usually, I pass those ducks by but for some reason, I tossed this yellow duck into my shopping cart instead.  When I got home, I showed it to Drew and he told me we should bring it to grandma.

So yesterday, we went to the cemetery.  Just the two of us.  Although I never really liked the idea of being buried indoors, in a mausoleum, yesterday, in the pouring rain yesterday, it was nice to have a quiet, dry place to sit and visit.   Often, I don’t find myself comfortable in there, but yesterday, I know it sounds corny, but it seemed very peaceful.  Although he did not say so, I think Drew agreed because he asked if we could walk around.  We did and he commented on a lot of the crypts; the ages of some people who had died, their names, the years they were born…it was actually rather interesting.  On this gray, dreary day, as we looked down the long rows, the eternal light candles, were glowing in an almost soothing way.  I really can’t explain it…it was just a different experience than I have had there in the past.

We did not stay very long, maybe 20 minutes or so.  We left the building and ran to the car though the rain.  We jumped in and when I turned on the car, the radio was on and I happened to glance down and see this,

Ellie on radio

Ellie was my mom’s name.  Drew and I noticed it at the same time.  I know…it was just the first name of the woman singing the song, but…the two of us both caught our breath!  I took a photo with my phone and had to share it on Facebook.  It seemed to much of a coincidence.  What I do I know, is whether it was a sign, or just a coincidence, it gave Drew and me comfort seeing it.  Sharing this photo and story seems to have given a lot of others some sort of “sign” as well because after all of the comments and “likes” it has gotten on Facebook, I know that a lot of us thought of mom today.  Perhaps that is why we receive signs in the first place.  Just so we don’t forget.

instead, be comforted knowing that your loved one is around. – See more at: http://www.psychic-readings-guide.com/proof-of-life-after-death.html#sthash.aMcXTvBY.dpuf

Visiting

experience with her

It has been awhile since I went to visit my mom and Francine at the cemetery.  I know that my brother Tim goes weekly and my dad stops over quite frequently.  It is only about ten minutes away from my home so I really have no excuse  not to go.  I rationalize with myself that I am too busy but I really should find the time.  I always feel better after going.  My kids have asked to go and I have taken them.  Other than my grandfather, who passed away when I was a teenager, I never really had to do this before this year so I feel like I don’t even know what I am “supposed” to do when I am there.

They are buried next to each other inside a mausoleum, so usually I just sit on the sofa in front of their vaults .  If I have the boys with me, we sometimes wander around and read the surrounding headstones.  Sometimes we talk to mom and Francine, hoping that they are somehow listening to us.  We tell them how things are going and how much we miss them and wish that they were here to experience it all with us.

Now that her bench is in town, I feel like I have another place that I can go when I need to.  I think I prefer that over the cemetery.  It is in a place that meant so much to her.  A place where I know she was happy, content and proud.

Today, I was reminded of how long it has been since I went to the cemetery when my friend Marta posted a photo on Facebook of her mom holding her daughter in her arms as they visited them at the mausoleum.  About a month ago, I wrote about Marta’s mom Linda.  She was a wonderful friend of my mom and I know that she misses her tremendously.  That picture she posted meant a lot to me and I am grateful for the reminder that it is probably time for me to make another visit.

linda visiting mom