I’ve always been a firm believer that our departed loved ones send us signs from time to time. I’ve talked with other people who feel the same way and I’m sure there are plenty of people who think I’m just talking crazy. It wasn’t until losing my dad, that my beliefs in signs were confirmed and continue to be. On Saturday, he sent me 4 signs within an hour. I still have chills thinking about it.
Emma had a birthday party at a bowling alley, and Brad and I seized this opportunity to have a little date while she was at the party. We had a little more than an hour to ourselves so our first stop – Smashburger. I actually had never eaten in Smashburger until that day and was way too excited about it, by the way. After surveying the menu, I decided on a burger with bacon and avocado with fried pickles. Brad just went with the classic Smashburger. Since we were dining there, we got our order number card for the table – number 57.
57 is how old my dad was when he died – sign #1.
After Smashburger, we went to check out this Blinds store. We are in desperate need of some new blinds and the cheap-o ones are just not cutting it anymore. We looked around, chatted with the owner of the store. Brad was wooed by the motorized blinds with remote. Oh boys and their toys! As we were leaving, the man gave us his business card and said “Give me a call and I’ll come out and do some measurements. My name’s Bob.”
Bob was my dad’s name – sign #2.
After that second “coincidence” I told Brad that we just had to go into the wine warehouse. There were rows and rows of wines from all over. I didn’t know where to look. As I looked to my right, I saw a sign that said “recommended wines under $15.” – Jackpot! I headed straight to those shelves. While scanning the first shelf, this one bottle just seemed to catch my attention. It was a bottle of a merlot, shiraz, and cabernet blend names Bob’s. The way the B in Bob’s was printed looked almost identical to the way my dad used to write his B. As you can imagine, I just had to have this bottle of red (and it was only $10) – Sign #3.
As I was turning around to the right to walk the other way, my eyes were draw to the shelf below. And right there, on the shelf underneath the bottle of Bob’s wine, was another bottle of red named “Jeanne Marie” – my mom’s name. The one difference is the way she spells her name – Jean Marie. Either way, there was sign #4 (and second bottle of red in my hand).
Can someone consider all of these to just be coincidence? Of course. But for me, they each worked together as a sign from my dad in heaven. Maybe I would have thought it was just a coincidence if the only thing was the order number 57. But in that hour and a half, each of those little signs were my dad saying “Just stopping by to say hi, Jennifer. I love you!” They made me smile and filled my heart with a joyful feeling. After that, I went to my mom’s to share my story – and we sampled some of the “Bob’s” wine – we just had to!
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