BTW, a couple of days after my husband died, I was in the back yard with our dog. He was eye deep in a hole he was digging and I was watching - numb. I heard my husband call the dog’s name - clear as a bell.
My dog heard it too. He startled, raised his head, looked to our balcony (which is where my husband would stand to watch us play in the yard), then at me and cocked his head sideways.
I could have brushed it off to my head playing games, but my dog heard him too - so . . .
My friend came over to visit, she asked my husband to send us a sign that he was okay “drop something on our head or rip something off the wall - anything”. A few minutes later a spice rack fell off the wall in my pantry. When she got home, one of her shelves had fallen too. We said “ok, we got it, thanks”.
While getting dressed for my husband’s funeral, I tried on a blouse with a necklace which he didn’t care for. The blouse wouldn’t do, so I was to change it but keep the necklace. I asked him to help me decide on the shirt, as I could feel him right beside me. As I took the necklace off, it broke in my hands.
I laughed, “okay, not the necklace, got it”, then a blouse I haven’t worn in 20 years came into focus from it’s hiding spot. It was perfect. “Thank you, Baby, I knew you would dress me nice”.
It was 3:33pm when I decided my husband’s nap was too long and went upstairs to check on him. The night before had been a very bad one for him with a lot of pain. He had finally gotten relief with meds and finally fell asleep at 6am.
He was gone.
His sports watch beeps for 20 seconds at 3:33p everyday. (now 2:33p with the change in time). Coincidence? I don’t think so. There is no reason for my husband to set his alarm for 3:33pm and it had never gone off before.
The night of the day my husband died, I was inconsolable. I turned to his Bible for guidance and asked God to let me know that he was in Heaven. I shook it, tossed it up and let it fall open on our bed, eyes closed. It opened to the exact passage I chose for our wedding. Coincidence?
My precious and only niece began dating a new young man the Friday before my husband died. I met him 2 weeks ago, he has my husband’s nickname - an unusual one.
Signs, signs, everywhere a sign.
Just be open to the signs from beyond. They fall like rain.
Ask, and you shall receive. Seek, and you shall find. Knock, and the door will be open to you. (2,000 years and still the truth)
Love.