Have you ever lost loved ones?
Were they wise with years with time to say farewell?
Were they fighting an uphill battle of illness?
Were they too young to die?
Do you ever get signs from them?
Last week, I got a Facebook message from Matt’s mom. She shared a post she wrote about a sign she received from her son.
Okay, so check this out. I am selling our van, and I put it on Craigslist at midnight on Sunday. By 9:00 a.m., I got a buyer. This first caller said his name was Matt. Hmmm. Then he and his wife came to buy the van. Hold on, everyone. This get better. Her name was the same as Matt’s girlfriend. My husband said if that was not a sign from Matt, he doesn’t know what is. And then when they came to pick up the van, he looked just like Matt from the back. WOW.
I got goose bumps! Matt and I have common names, but the chance that this couple would contact Matt’s mom and that the guy would resemble Matt is not a coincidence. I believe in signs like this. Although I don’t talk about them, I get them too. A smell. A nickname he had for me. A catch phrase he would say. A song. A person. I’ve actually met someone that was every bit of Matt, down to his speech patterns.
Whether or not anyone else believes they are signs from Matt doesn’t matter to me. I guess that’s why I don’t talk about them. I just smile to myself and feel… good. Sometimes, it’s a little sad, because I wonder what he would have been like at age 20, 25, or 30, but mostly, I just feel loved. For as much as I keep those signs to myself, I love hearing about signs that others get. Especially today, the anniversary of his death, I love being reminded of how much other people loved him too.
The sign he gave his mom is really cool! I love stories like that.
So today, I raise a glass to you, Matt. We didn’t get to know you at ages 20, 25, or 30, but you are eternally a teenager. Eternally the sweet kid. Eternally a prankster. Eternally leaving a bread crumb trail of “I love you,” as you always did.
We love you, too, dude. Keep those signs comin’. :)