When I fed the dog this morning and filled her water bowl, I noticed paper in our backyard. I went to collect it thinking the kids had left it outside. I looked at the paper and noticed it was a printed document from a website that was for accommodation in France with a Paris address. Of course I didn’t recognise the document and realised it must have blown into our backyard during the night because of the strong winds we had. Then I noticed the date and it struck me: 19th April 2012. That was over a year ago, and 11th anniversary of my brother’s death.
I got that it was a message but what was the message? I turned to find a bird’s feather on the grass and I picked that up too. I went inside and tuned in a bit. I felt my brother wants me to go to Paris. And I cried tears of joy. I thought or maybe I need to listen to the webinar I received yesterday about a woman working in Paris. And just now as I write this, I feel my brother is just acknowledging that he knows I loved my travels in France and I have a strong desire to take the kids to Paris.
Such an amazing occurrence especially since only a day or two ago I was talking to Dean in my head and asked him to appear to me as I feel I haven’t seen or heard from him in a while. And I don’t just mean the number 38. I see that a lot. I mean hit me! I guess I asked for it.
Later that morning when I was down town in a boutique trying on shoes, the sales person said she’d get me a chair from the back. She came out with an exact replica of the chair I had as a little girl that my parents still have at their house along with my brother’s chair. I love that chair. It is something from my childhood that I like and makes me smile. I think the chair message is about Dean and I as kids, siblings,our chairs and what we still have.
On the drive home, I followed a white car with 38 on the number plate.
There were three things that occurred this morning that felt like messages for me. I felt heard and loved. It wasn’t just a feather, or just the number 38 that I seem to take for granted these days. It was a document with Paris accommodation dated the anniversary of Dean’s death that appeared in my backyard.
When I talked to my 7 year old son about it, because he saw me cry. He said he had a thought about finding a feather in the backyard this morning. He’s so tuned in. God love him.
I explained the anniversary of Dean’s death as the day he left planet earth and went to live in heaven. He asked me later in the car as we drove to school if we were still the same in heaven and I said yes but we have a different form, kind of like Angels. He was satisfied with that.
I got that it was a message but what was the message? I turned to find a bird’s feather on the grass and I picked that up too. I went inside and tuned in a bit. I felt my brother wants me to go to Paris. And I cried tears of joy. I thought or maybe I need to listen to the webinar I received yesterday about a woman working in Paris. And just now as I write this, I feel my brother is just acknowledging that he knows I loved my travels in France and I have a strong desire to take the kids to Paris.
Such an amazing occurrence especially since only a day or two ago I was talking to Dean in my head and asked him to appear to me as I feel I haven’t seen or heard from him in a while. And I don’t just mean the number 38. I see that a lot. I mean hit me! I guess I asked for it.
Later that morning when I was down town in a boutique trying on shoes, the sales person said she’d get me a chair from the back. She came out with an exact replica of the chair I had as a little girl that my parents still have at their house along with my brother’s chair. I love that chair. It is something from my childhood that I like and makes me smile. I think the chair message is about Dean and I as kids, siblings,our chairs and what we still have.
On the drive home, I followed a white car with 38 on the number plate.
There were three things that occurred this morning that felt like messages for me. I felt heard and loved. It wasn’t just a feather, or just the number 38 that I seem to take for granted these days. It was a document with Paris accommodation dated the anniversary of Dean’s death that appeared in my backyard.
When I talked to my 7 year old son about it, because he saw me cry. He said he had a thought about finding a feather in the backyard this morning. He’s so tuned in. God love him.
I explained the anniversary of Dean’s death as the day he left planet earth and went to live in heaven. He asked me later in the car as we drove to school if we were still the same in heaven and I said yes but we have a different form, kind of like Angels. He was satisfied with that.
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