I am all about signs, omens, dreams, etc. I think Friday the 13th is a good day. And I was born on 7/7/74, at 4:44, no joke. 7/7 is also my uncles birthday, we both share my grandma's middle name.
At the same time, I am also religious. I consider myself a Christian and I do pray. I refuse to ask for silly stuff, like being able to speed without getting caught or even asking for my husband to ace a test, but I do pray for things like patience, calm in my son, and that my husband be able to comprehend the questions and relax so that he can do his best on his tests. I guess I ask for skills, not things.
My grandma was also religious. She is who first brought me to church when I was little. Her funeral will be held at the same church, which I have not been to in forever. I don't even know if she went faithfully, but I do know she was religious. She is being buried because she believes that if you get cremated, you will not go to heaven, which I also found out yesterday.
All day yesterday I was looking for a sign. A sign that she is with me, that she is watching over me. I did not get one. I was sad. I walked my son in the door at daycare and thought about something I told him one day and thought I should do the same. I told him that there is a piece of my heart in his pocket and any time he is sad or lonely that he can stick his hand in his pocket and a piece of me would be with him. It made me feel a bit better.
All day today, still no sign. Until I went to the store. I went for Gatorade because my husband is sick. I was going to get two bottles and that's all. The I remembered a lady at the store telling me if you drink the juice of 2-3 lemons, it will cure anything. Just for the heck of it I got 3 lemons and an 8 pack of Gatorade. I swiped my card, and for things like this I really never pay attention to the amount (bad I know), but when I looked up, there was my sign. Total $7.77.
It's silly I know, but in the weeks/months to come I will be looking for these signs. And I will smile each time I find one. And it will make it easier.
Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Signs
Posted by Tanya at 11:48 PM
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I believe in signs too...well, I can't count on them totally but I believe in them. Like when I was pregnant with the twins, believe it or not - I went out to the parking lot to get into my car after work and on the ground near the trunk of my car there were two PINK plastic toy diaper pins. I swear! We didn't know the sexes at that time but obviously Logan and Seth are boys. But still, at that moment I took it as a sign from up above that everything was fine. Hugs!
The night my 'Grandma' passed, my husband had a heart attack. We were at the gym and he was in pain. He drank some water, took some Advil. He was sure that he had pulled a muscle. He fell to the ground on the way back to the car. I called 911, and when the ambulance arrived, they refused to believe that he was having a heart attack. They suggested I drive him to the hospital myself to save a few bucks. I refused and on the way to the hospital, he flat lined. I remember the panic, the shock of the paramedics. They cut his shirt off and used a defibrillator. I was sure my grandma was with us that night. I knew that she was our angel. She had been sick for a very long time, and hadn't passed when the family had been gathered for what looked like her last moments a couple of weeks before. She went when it was her time, she went so that she could be with us that night. I'm sure of it.
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