Category: signs

An Open Letter to Loretta Lynn

tracy bradshaw

Dear Loretta Lynn,

I hope my letter makes it to your hands, as I think you will want to know about our connection. I belong to a group, for bereaved moms, called Listening Hearts. It is not a group with which I ever imagined being associated. As I have traveled this grief journey for the last five years, my spirituality has emerged with an awareness that was once secretly questioned. There have been numerous signs along this path that show my son’s spirit is alive and with me, so I don’t question the spirit anymore. It is real, and it is constant. I am writing to you concerning such spiritual signs.

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Hit Over the Head

Tracy Bradshaw

My husband, Alan, came home from the dentist. He had his teeth cleaned. He proceeded to tell me that the young girl working with him mentioned that she went to school with Sawyer. She went on to say that Sawyer was a nice guy and fun to hang around.

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Drumsticks in the Sky

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Amparo Atencio

As I was making my bed this morning, I noticed my customary sign that I call my shout-outs from Tony: crossed drumsticks, symbolizing the passion of my Funky Drummer. I climbed on my bed with my camera to find the best vantage point through the small window for a photograph. Several shots included the window frame; others included telephone wires. I was frustrated with myself when it dawned on me that the easiest solution was to simply step outside onto my front stoop!

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My Coping Journey

Lee Ann Christ

One thing we who  have lost children are faced with daily is how will we cope and possibly go on without our child. After our son, Brian, died in 2004 at the age of 22, our lives came to a standstill. We moved in and out of activities with our two daughters, 15 and 18 at the time, and in and out of our other chores, work, life in general, in a slow motion fog. At times, people had to remind us to breathe as we were mostly taking shallow breaths and then deep,deep sighs.

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Anniversary Reflections and Experiences

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Tracy Bradshaw

Well, call me crazy, but I’m on the other side of that dreaded day.  I unlocked the fire safe box that holds Sawyer’s ashes and found a little stuffed penguin I had put in there at Christmas, which I had forgotten.  He loved penguins, and Christmas always had several once he let me know his favorite ornament was a penguin I had given him.  I picked up the baby blanket wrapped box and made my way to the living room to get Curious George.  Then on the back-porch I unwrapped the box and opened the lid. With sad eyes I looked at and touched the clear plastic bag of ashes.  I cried as memories of that horrible day flooded my mind and my heart.

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Signs on the Beach

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Debra Reagan

Alan and I made a trip to the same beach where we had taken many family vacations with our sons.  On the third day while we were sitting and gazing upon the waves hitting the beach, I became filled with thoughts of our deceased son, Clint.  I didn’t say anything to Alan about my thoughts, but I did ask him if he ever wished we could turn back time.

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