I love you find comfort in using your son's headphones. What a great idea to stay connected. I ask for signs. I always get them. One morning I asked for a sign, then went about my day. I came home from an errand to find begonia petals spread across the kitchen, dining area, and living room. I have begonias in my kitchen window. All the windows in the house were closed. I could tell dozens of stories like this. Just ask. Out loud. Our loved ones in spirit are only a thought away.
In the first months I always saw shooting stars outside at night and took them as a sign. I realized recently that I hadn't seen one in several months so I had a chat with him about it lol.
Last night when I stepped out into the darkness, within seconds a shooting star blazed across the sky ❤
Of course my connections with my grandson are all about his intellect. I still feel weird talking out loud to him, but I often pick up little pearls of wisdom from programs I listen to or things I read such as "look at the natural world for the answers to life's challenges." By googling that expression I learned about a whole science called Biomimicry, that I'd never heard of before. I've been collecting these kinds of proverbial sayings for years. I used to send them to my grandson who shared them in his "bubble" and always told me the guys loved and were inspired by them.
Not only did your intellect touch him, it touched a whole "bubble" of people. I hope he somehow makes his rounds to his bubble once in a while, to make sure they're all doing okay ❤
Not woo-woo at all — and if we do this on our own, in whatever way works for us, we're far less likely to fall under the spell of charlatans waiting to exploit our grief.
This is beautiful. I have full on conversations out loud with my loved ones. I get replies and don't question whether it's me and my brain responding or it's them. I choose to believe it's them.
I love you find comfort in using your son's headphones. What a great idea to stay connected. I ask for signs. I always get them. One morning I asked for a sign, then went about my day. I came home from an errand to find begonia petals spread across the kitchen, dining area, and living room. I have begonias in my kitchen window. All the windows in the house were closed. I could tell dozens of stories like this. Just ask. Out loud. Our loved ones in spirit are only a thought away.
Now that story brought a smile to my face 😊😊
In the first months I always saw shooting stars outside at night and took them as a sign. I realized recently that I hadn't seen one in several months so I had a chat with him about it lol.
Last night when I stepped out into the darkness, within seconds a shooting star blazed across the sky ❤
My turn to smile. What a great kid you have!
Indeed. I think we all have great spirits watching out for us ❤
Of course my connections with my grandson are all about his intellect. I still feel weird talking out loud to him, but I often pick up little pearls of wisdom from programs I listen to or things I read such as "look at the natural world for the answers to life's challenges." By googling that expression I learned about a whole science called Biomimicry, that I'd never heard of before. I've been collecting these kinds of proverbial sayings for years. I used to send them to my grandson who shared them in his "bubble" and always told me the guys loved and were inspired by them.
Not only did your intellect touch him, it touched a whole "bubble" of people. I hope he somehow makes his rounds to his bubble once in a while, to make sure they're all doing okay ❤
Not woo-woo at all — and if we do this on our own, in whatever way works for us, we're far less likely to fall under the spell of charlatans waiting to exploit our grief.
I have those thoughts once in a while too. I feel like grieving people are easy prey if we’re not careful.
Good topic for a future post possibly.
It really would be! You're welcome :-)
This is beautiful. I have full on conversations out loud with my loved ones. I get replies and don't question whether it's me and my brain responding or it's them. I choose to believe it's them.
And for those of us who live alone, who else are we going to talk to!