My favorite holiday is Easter! I love pastels, bunnies and chocolate. I have wonderful memories of pretty dresses, white tights with white, patent leather shoes that sounded like high heels and Easter egg hunts!
Easter always reminds me of my Dad. He took us to church and there was always a light, sunshiny-sense of happiness in my house on Easter. Two years ago, my Dad came over for Easter. We had a nice time and he left. He died ten days later. It was hard, to say the least.
Yesterday, my friend asked me if I believe if people that have died reach out to us. I told her not sure how it all comes about but yes I definitely believe that.
Then today, as I do every year, I thought about my Dad a lot.
Around 7:30 tonight, I noticed that I had a missed call and a voicemail from that same friend. However, when I scrolled over to the list of calls this is what I found. E
My heart stopped and I smiled. Then, I cried. Then I said "Happy Easter to you too Dad."
I am sure the logical explanation is that I accidentally dialed his old cell phone number. I have kept it in my phone because it gave me the opportunity to trick myself that he is still here. I know it's weird but it comforts me. Until today, I forgot I left it in there.
I also had this fantasy of dialing it again and having him pick up (from heaven)! If I had one wish in my life besides diabetes being cured it would be that you could call people in heaven.
Anyway, so "Yes, my friend. I do believe people that have passed can and do reach out to you!"
Happy Easter everyone! Hope you get a sign from someone tomorrow too!