Have you ever wondered about those little life occurrences that make you sing to yourself: doo-too-doo-too-doo-too and you’re getting chills because you think someone who has passed just communicated with you? Sent you a sign that they’re thinking of you? Had a dream that you were suddenly awakened from feeling it was so real? Using nature to speak directly to you?
It’s fall in Pennsylvania and we’re surrounded by gusts of circling reds, oranges, gold, greens; it’s magnificent, but you never know whether these leaves are coming or going. They crunch under our feet and then suddenly jump from the ground and uncontrollably dance or idly float all around us and we are merely spectators like an audience in an interactive theatrical performance.
My husband visited our son’s grave the other afternoon as it would have been our son’s 33rd birthday. We’ll talk more about that another time. Anyway, he was parked next to the grave with his passenger window ever so slightly open. Of course, nature was doing its ongoing fall dance calling in winter but…lo and behold, he got back into his car and sitting on the passenger seat was one lone leaf. It was just sitting there waiting to be buckled in as Joe often did; it had three dots placed perfectly as a face, two eyes, a mouth, and a crease right between these dots suggesting a nose. I like to think that through nature Joe came to see Ed just to say: “hi dad, I miss you too”.