Today on the 18 mile commute to buy groceries, I made a point to talk to my deceased family members. I read recently that you can’t just think it, you had to speak to them out loud before they can respond to your request. I figured the privacy of my car would be a safe place to have what would appear to be a solo conversation.
My sisters like to share when they’ve talked to our brother and what signs they’ve received from him. It had been awhile so I was clear in my message that I wanted an obvious sign from him today. When I hadn’t received anything after a few hours, I repeated my request…out loud of course.
In my last post I wrote a poem about Michael’s passing. If you’ll recall I joked about his awkward stage when he was a bit chubby and had a permanent.
Tonight I received a text from my mom. There was no message, only a picture. It was of a young Michael, a bit chubby and with curly hair.
I love our signs.