Stories like this one from Kristyn give me chills. How lucky are we to find signs from loved ones, even when they aren't with us anymore? Have you had a similar experience?
This
past Saturday, I experienced two rare moments in the span of a few hours.
Before I can explain the two instances, you have the know the back story to how
all of this started and why my family continues to be amazed by these moments.
We
lost my Grandma in January of 2010 on New Years Day. It was rough, we had spent
Christmas together but you could tell that her health was deteriorating fast. I
arrived back in Burlington a couple of days after Christmas and was preparing
to go back to U Ottawa for second semester. However, on January 1st we received
a call from one of my Aunts. My Grandma was deteriorating fast and if my mom
wanted to say goodbye, she had to book a flight out to JFK. My mom’s
flight was scheduled for a late departure, but somehow she got onto a earlier
flight that allowed her to make it to Long Island and say goodbye to her mother
with her three sisters, and my cousins.
A difficult funeral followed, having to say goodbye to a woman who
raised four women and nurtured 7 granddaughters was not easy. It’s
suffice to say she has had a substantial impact on my life despite living in
another country. Life got back to normal once I returned to Ottawa and resumed
school, but here is where it gets weird.
I
started to find dimes, not every day but every once and a while. At first I
thought nothing of it, I was just randomly finding dimes. I would find them in
my binders, on the ground, the front porch, in my soccer bag, etc. One day on
the phone, I told my mom that I kept finding dimes, and she instantly just said
“that’s
Grandma, that’s Ire”. She explained that my aunts and
cousins had been finding dimes as well, along with my mom herself and my
sister. Since then every time I find a dime, its like she’s with
me or that she’s saying “I’m here”. Some
people may think it’s foolish but it’s helped my entire family deal with
the loss of our matriarch. It’s not uncommon for my sister and my
cousins to iMessage each other when we find one, it’s
become a constant part of our lives. Now that you know the back story, I can
tell you about Saturday.
This
past Saturday was kind of a big deal, I had a event that had been in the works
since early August and I was nervous for it. All of the planning was completed,
everything was set up and ready to go but I was stressed. I woke up on Saturday
full of anxiety, which only happens when I’m nervous. I got dressed, grabbed my
running shoes and went downstairs to finish getting ready. My dad was sitting
at the kitchen table reading the paper, he knew I had a event but didn’t say
much. I was sitting on the stairs about to put my left shoe on and guess what I
find? A dime.
I
instantly told my dad, who just shook his head and laughed. I took a picture of
the dime, sent a quick message to my family iMessage group and put the dime in
my pocket. I then wrote my mom a note telling her I found a dime and walked out
the door. I got to work and started the last minute tasks in regards to the
event. Eventually I needed to leave the facility I was at, and go to another
one to get supplies. Not a big deal, I just had to move some stuff from the
back of my car to the trunk before I could leave. Except, a woman was waiting
for my parking spot and was getting impatient. I in return, started to move
faster and wasn't really paying attention to my personal possessions. I got in
my car and left, driving to our other facility.
Once
I got there I was busy grabbing supplies when my phone rang, it was my
supervisor. He asked me, if I was missing anything. Instantly a wave of fear
came over me, I knew I was missing my wristlet. I had put my cell phone,
wristlet and keys on top of my car when I was moving stuff to the trunk. He
then proceeded to tell me that my coworker who I share an office with, had
dropped it off. He was driving at least a km from our office, when he saw a
wallet on the ground. He passed it, but eventually turned around thinking he
should go pick it up. Imagine his surprise when he opened it and found my
licence, credit cards, etc. He then drove to our office and dropped it off,
where I repeatedly thanked him. He wasn’t supposed to come into work on
Saturday, he just happened to be driving by and saw a wallet on the ground. It
was just such a weird coincidence that he, out of the 176,000 people that live
in Burlington would find my wristlet. I instantly just got that feeling, it was
my Grandma.
Whether you choose to believe it or not, it’s up to you. Sure it’s a coincidence, but it’s one of the weirdest I have ever experienced. To find a dime in my shoe and then to lose my wristlet, only to find out my coworker found it on the side of the road is more than enough for me. On Saturday I was grateful for my Grandma and her ability to continue to influence my life in a positive way.
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