Thank you so much for sharing your story and the memory of your brother - and the tiny moments 💕
I lost my favorite aunt when I was 12. I am 47 now, and whenever I have a difficult time, or stress, or even when I succeed in something, she comes in my dream. She always smiles at me and she raises her shoulder a bit like she used to. Last year, when my dad was in the ICU, she came to me on the three nights dad was in there and she smiled at me. On day four, dad came out of the ICU and called me what he used to call me when I was little: “love ya you little sh#%“ 💕🥹
Thanks for sharing. I love this. I never dream of my brother, but sure enough ,he came to me two nights in a row. It is fascinating that when we tune it, these things come to us. As well as their pet names for us. 😊
This is lovely. I'm sorry about the loss of your brother, but I'm so glad those signs were there to comfort you. I love these moments of synchronicity.
The tiny moment I'd like to share was from the LA Times Festival of Books. My daughter-in-law and I go every year, and this year we decided that we were going to simply walk around without much of an agenda. As we were walking, I spied author Susan Orlean (The Library Book, The Orchid Thief, On Animals) signing her new memoir, Joyride. I recommend The Library Book often, to everyone who loves the library, especially if you live in Los Angeles. And Joyride is on my TBR list. So it was a thrill to meet her and buy a signed book at the spur of the moment!
I LOVE the LA Times Festival of Books. I have not gone in so long. It is so delightful to meet a favorite author. I just love looking at all those books! I remember seeing so many children's books I had never noticed at a bookstore. Such a treasure trove.
What wonderful messages.❤️ In the months after my mom died, I heard a song twice — once on the radio and once while in a medical office waiting room — that she used to sing to me. Never in my life had I heard anyone but my mom sing this song. It was a German lullaby.
After my dad died, I was at a friend’s house and she was streaming music. The song “Leader of the Band” played, which was the song my dad and I danced to at my wedding. The next song was “The Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald” (I grew up on the shores of Lake Superior.) The third song: “Leader of the Band” again.
I’ve had so many wonderful messages from them, though they do seem to taper off after a while. 😢
Thank you for sharing the story and memory of your brother, and it's always a delight to see your wonderful art.
Before my father passed unexpectedly, there were birds outside my widows who I swear were trying to get my attention to tell me something. They would peck at the glass repetitively until I acknowledged them. Unfortunately, I didn't know their message, but in someway, I think they were trying to let me know about my Dad, as they left after he passed.
My stepdad visits every now and then in the form of the smell of cigarette smoke when there should absolutely not be a trace of it.
It is so funny how so many people experience these things. A cardinal came to my mom’s window after my brother died - and tapped on the window all summer. It still happens every year. The same spot.
I loved reading about the signs your brother has sent you, thank you for sharing! I have allowed myself to be open to the signs and it always feels like such a gift when I get them. I think it is such a sweet and magical way of continuing bonds.
Thank you for sharing this loving experience with your brother.
Since 8 years, at a time when life was hard and lessons to be learned, I get songs played to me. Sometimes it is clear, sometimes just a piece of the lyrics or a tune. It usually are songs I wouldn't chose myself to listen to, but they are so "to the service" that it's not possible to ignore. The lyrics, when I've figured out which song it is, are always spot on.
I call them "gifts from Sandalfon", the Archangel of music and I made a playlist on Spotify with now over 3 hours of selfcare, warmth, stimulance, higher love, a kick in the bud.
I am always greatful for each one.
I hope you will not found the messages you get, they're real.
I've never heard of the Archangel. I'm always fascinated by how these things can be found through time. I love the name of your playlist and how it is something to bring you peace. I think we all need a playlist like that. 😊
Thank you for sharing your story and memories of your brother. I am so sorry for your loss.
The music that connects you to him is such a gift. Music has such a unique way to connect us to memories, people and feelings. I still remember the day I was driving to my great grandmothers funeral and “Only Time” by Enya came on the radio. It’s not really my musical style but I can’t hear that song without thinking of that day.
My tiny thing for this past week was finally seeing all my perennial flowers starting to come up in my flower beds. I live in the upper Midwest and spring can be slow in arriving.
Thank you. It is so true about music. A song takes you right back to the times you have buried within yourself. Even songs I don't particularly like, but someone told me a story about it - I will remember them, and that moment every time I hear it.
Thank you for sharing this. I'm so sorry for your loss. I lost my brother suddenly to a heart attack right after his 60th birthday year before last. Our father suddenly, who he didn't know, at Christmas in 1989. It's heartbreaking.
There are no coincidences. I'm glad he still sends you messages.
I'm sorry. That is such a tragic way to lose someone suddenly. And 60 is too early. I think when we are young, everything over 40 seems old. But really, that is only halfway through a lifetime if you are so fortunate. I hope you get messages from them. 😊
Thank you for the kind words. I lost 9 people in the first half of last year (10 if you count my appendix) and my body shut down in July from the grief and stress. I'm 57 this year and most of them were younger than me so I am grateful for every moment.
Thanks for sharing these precious messages from your brother. I truly believe the universe and our loved ones send us these moments of wonder if we are open to receiving them😘
One moment changing the trajectory? I met my husband 21 years ago when I was logging out of a video game. I hit cancel on the countdown timer to exit at 3 seconds. Three seconds, let that sink in. I would have been gone and we would have never met. Though I'd like to think Fate or Destiny would have steered us to each other another way.
Thank you for your story Kim. This past week, April 15th, was the 27th anniversary of the untimely death of my first husband Bill (law enforcement, killed in the line of duty). He loved the beach/ocean and on my way to the ocean, to celebrate him, I took a ferry across the Neuse River (instead of the direct route down highway 70) this was "the long way" and I saw stingrays in the water while on the ferry! I have never seen stingrays that far up the river, away from the ocean, so I take that as a sign from Bill, letting me know he's still thinking of me. Sending you virtual hugs. It's the little things that matter most. We just have to look for them and pay attention.
That must have been so hard to lose your husband so young. I love that you still do this after all this time to honor him. Sometimes taking the long way is the best way. My daughter always asks me to take the long way home so we can see something new. And I love it - after fighting it at first. Sending a big hug to you. 💛
Thank you Kim, I appreciate your big hug. Sometimes taking the long way, “the scenic route” — is the best way. It makes me slow down, let go of some stress, and take in all the scenery along the way, scenery that I might have missed otherwise. After 27 years, some days still feel like yesterday, and other days it seems like forever ago. Grief never goes away, but I did hear a saying by Sir Paul McCartney the other day “Time Takes The Edge Off” — which I believe whole heartedly.
I sometimes get fascinated by how one moment can change the trajectory of our entire lives. And a sudden loss would be one of those big ones. I suppose our system can't quite get over that. It takes us back to that moment and tries to make sense of it. I always feel there is more than this. There is no end. Just a new beginning. And that comforts me.
It was absolutely meant for you. Thank you for sharing a bit about your magical sibling bond with us. Sending you a big hug. 🩷
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Thank you so much for sharing your story and the memory of your brother - and the tiny moments 💕
I lost my favorite aunt when I was 12. I am 47 now, and whenever I have a difficult time, or stress, or even when I succeed in something, she comes in my dream. She always smiles at me and she raises her shoulder a bit like she used to. Last year, when my dad was in the ICU, she came to me on the three nights dad was in there and she smiled at me. On day four, dad came out of the ICU and called me what he used to call me when I was little: “love ya you little sh#%“ 💕🥹
Thanks for sharing. I love this. I never dream of my brother, but sure enough ,he came to me two nights in a row. It is fascinating that when we tune it, these things come to us. As well as their pet names for us. 😊
This is lovely. I'm sorry about the loss of your brother, but I'm so glad those signs were there to comfort you. I love these moments of synchronicity.
The tiny moment I'd like to share was from the LA Times Festival of Books. My daughter-in-law and I go every year, and this year we decided that we were going to simply walk around without much of an agenda. As we were walking, I spied author Susan Orlean (The Library Book, The Orchid Thief, On Animals) signing her new memoir, Joyride. I recommend The Library Book often, to everyone who loves the library, especially if you live in Los Angeles. And Joyride is on my TBR list. So it was a thrill to meet her and buy a signed book at the spur of the moment!
I LOVE the LA Times Festival of Books. I have not gone in so long. It is so delightful to meet a favorite author. I just love looking at all those books! I remember seeing so many children's books I had never noticed at a bookstore. Such a treasure trove.
This was so moving to me I’m crying the tears and slobbering like a snail! 🐌 thanks for sharing with us!
Thanks for reading. And snails! 😊
What wonderful messages.❤️ In the months after my mom died, I heard a song twice — once on the radio and once while in a medical office waiting room — that she used to sing to me. Never in my life had I heard anyone but my mom sing this song. It was a German lullaby.
After my dad died, I was at a friend’s house and she was streaming music. The song “Leader of the Band” played, which was the song my dad and I danced to at my wedding. The next song was “The Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald” (I grew up on the shores of Lake Superior.) The third song: “Leader of the Band” again.
I’ve had so many wonderful messages from them, though they do seem to taper off after a while. 😢
I love this. It’s so funny how songs find us like this. There is no way it is a coincidence. ☺️
Thank you for sharing the story and memory of your brother, and it's always a delight to see your wonderful art.
Before my father passed unexpectedly, there were birds outside my widows who I swear were trying to get my attention to tell me something. They would peck at the glass repetitively until I acknowledged them. Unfortunately, I didn't know their message, but in someway, I think they were trying to let me know about my Dad, as they left after he passed.
My stepdad visits every now and then in the form of the smell of cigarette smoke when there should absolutely not be a trace of it.
It is so funny how so many people experience these things. A cardinal came to my mom’s window after my brother died - and tapped on the window all summer. It still happens every year. The same spot.
Wow, there is no coincidence in that, beautiful.
I loved reading about the signs your brother has sent you, thank you for sharing! I have allowed myself to be open to the signs and it always feels like such a gift when I get them. I think it is such a sweet and magical way of continuing bonds.
I know, it feels like we are connected to something so much bigger than what we can see. And that is a magical way to live life each day.
Thank you for sharing this loving experience with your brother.
Since 8 years, at a time when life was hard and lessons to be learned, I get songs played to me. Sometimes it is clear, sometimes just a piece of the lyrics or a tune. It usually are songs I wouldn't chose myself to listen to, but they are so "to the service" that it's not possible to ignore. The lyrics, when I've figured out which song it is, are always spot on.
I call them "gifts from Sandalfon", the Archangel of music and I made a playlist on Spotify with now over 3 hours of selfcare, warmth, stimulance, higher love, a kick in the bud.
I am always greatful for each one.
I hope you will not found the messages you get, they're real.
I've never heard of the Archangel. I'm always fascinated by how these things can be found through time. I love the name of your playlist and how it is something to bring you peace. I think we all need a playlist like that. 😊
Such beautiful synchronicity. 🌟♥️
Thank you for sharing your story and memories of your brother. I am so sorry for your loss.
The music that connects you to him is such a gift. Music has such a unique way to connect us to memories, people and feelings. I still remember the day I was driving to my great grandmothers funeral and “Only Time” by Enya came on the radio. It’s not really my musical style but I can’t hear that song without thinking of that day.
My tiny thing for this past week was finally seeing all my perennial flowers starting to come up in my flower beds. I live in the upper Midwest and spring can be slow in arriving.
Thank you. It is so true about music. A song takes you right back to the times you have buried within yourself. Even songs I don't particularly like, but someone told me a story about it - I will remember them, and that moment every time I hear it.
Thank you for sharing this. I'm so sorry for your loss. I lost my brother suddenly to a heart attack right after his 60th birthday year before last. Our father suddenly, who he didn't know, at Christmas in 1989. It's heartbreaking.
There are no coincidences. I'm glad he still sends you messages.
I'm sorry. That is such a tragic way to lose someone suddenly. And 60 is too early. I think when we are young, everything over 40 seems old. But really, that is only halfway through a lifetime if you are so fortunate. I hope you get messages from them. 😊
Thank you for the kind words. I lost 9 people in the first half of last year (10 if you count my appendix) and my body shut down in July from the grief and stress. I'm 57 this year and most of them were younger than me so I am grateful for every moment.
Thanks for sharing these precious messages from your brother. I truly believe the universe and our loved ones send us these moments of wonder if we are open to receiving them😘
2 weeks before my grandmother died, my mother had a vision, like a tv screen, of her mother dying on the toilet. That’s exactly how it happened.
One moment changing the trajectory? I met my husband 21 years ago when I was logging out of a video game. I hit cancel on the countdown timer to exit at 3 seconds. Three seconds, let that sink in. I would have been gone and we would have never met. Though I'd like to think Fate or Destiny would have steered us to each other another way.
Three seconds.
Thank you for your story Kim. This past week, April 15th, was the 27th anniversary of the untimely death of my first husband Bill (law enforcement, killed in the line of duty). He loved the beach/ocean and on my way to the ocean, to celebrate him, I took a ferry across the Neuse River (instead of the direct route down highway 70) this was "the long way" and I saw stingrays in the water while on the ferry! I have never seen stingrays that far up the river, away from the ocean, so I take that as a sign from Bill, letting me know he's still thinking of me. Sending you virtual hugs. It's the little things that matter most. We just have to look for them and pay attention.
That must have been so hard to lose your husband so young. I love that you still do this after all this time to honor him. Sometimes taking the long way is the best way. My daughter always asks me to take the long way home so we can see something new. And I love it - after fighting it at first. Sending a big hug to you. 💛
Thank you Kim, I appreciate your big hug. Sometimes taking the long way, “the scenic route” — is the best way. It makes me slow down, let go of some stress, and take in all the scenery along the way, scenery that I might have missed otherwise. After 27 years, some days still feel like yesterday, and other days it seems like forever ago. Grief never goes away, but I did hear a saying by Sir Paul McCartney the other day “Time Takes The Edge Off” — which I believe whole heartedly.
I sometimes get fascinated by how one moment can change the trajectory of our entire lives. And a sudden loss would be one of those big ones. I suppose our system can't quite get over that. It takes us back to that moment and tries to make sense of it. I always feel there is more than this. There is no end. Just a new beginning. And that comforts me.
Yes, I agree; no end, just a new beginning.
The long ways are the best ways. I buffer in time to make them intentional. I'm done rushing.
So happy you saw them, stingrays are lovely, what a wonderful moment. So sorry for your loss.
Thank you Ana Maria.