Long time readers will recall that just hours before my dad's life ending stroke took him away from us, dad promised lil sis and me that he'd return in the after life to visit us and that he would leave our closet lights on for us to know that he was around. Just a few weeks after his death I woke up one night to find that the hallway closet light just outside my bedroom was on. The rays of light were shining through the cracks around the double doors and it was ... heavenly. I knew it was dad. My bedroom is on the top floor of our house, it used to be the attic. None of the kids ever come up here let alone leave a light on. Yesterday I was thinking a lot about my dad, trying to be supportive of my friend who lost her dad. Guess what was on again last night! The very same hall closet light. I just looked up and said Hello to my dad. I'm sure he came around to let me know he knew I was thinking about him. It's so comforting. Seriously, in 10 years that light has been on exactly twice. It's more than a coincidence.
I agree, Click, it's more than coincidence. I've been reading your last few posts this week, and they cut close to the bone for me. I am so proud of you, if you don't mind me saying, for spreading comfort that could only be possible because of your own experience.
And I'm a little envious, too, because I'd SO love a touch from my mom. It would make a great change from the horrible nightmares of being unable to help her.
I'm really so glad for you. What a wonderful gift to receive!
Posted by: Pippa | December 03, 2010 at 12:51 PM