Sometimes it’s a butterfly that flutters by unexpectedly or a ladybug that lands on your hand. Maybe it is a hummingbird you spot drinking nectar outside your kitchen window as you do dishes or a heart shaped rock found on a walk. It could be the pink sky in an evening sunset or the smell of your favorite cookies baking in the oven. It could even be a special song that comes on the radio.
Call it signs, call it memories, or call it a silly coincidence. We connect animals, objects, places, numbers or even smells to loved ones we have lost. Many of us find these things as a sense of comfort.
Some of us rely on these signs.
We rely on them to cheer us up on the days we are sad. We wait for them to show up and when they do we crack a smile and say hi. We are thankful when they appear, maybe sigh a breath of relief or feel a slight sense of peace.
For me signs were never something I really thought about, considered, or even believed in.
My thoughts have definitely changed.
Dear blue dot,
Sometimes I see you and sometimes I don’t. You show up every now and then. You sneak your way into our pictures. Yet, you don’t always show up in every picture we take. It seems to be the more meaningful ones. The ones of a special location or of our family.
I have never noticed you until about a year ago. Now I find myself looking for you. If I happen to forget and see you in a picture my heart skips a beat a little. I smile. I sigh. I am thankful.
You see, little blue dot, you are MY sign. You are my sign that Mike is right there with us in those special photos, at those special locations and right there next to my family.
Thank you for being there in Hawaii when we took family photos. Thank you for hovering as my boy rides his dirt bike. And thank you for showing up in the distance as I spent a beautiful morning last week lounging under Mike’s tree. Thank you for being there when I need you.
As silly as it may sound to others, which I don’t even care, you are my sign. You are my sign that Mike is with me. You are my sign of confirmation that I am moving forward and making the right decisions as I do it. You are my sign of a reminder that I am doing okay.
Please keep showing up. Please keep being my sign from Mike.
~April
