I admit that my weirdness is above the national average, but I’m comfortable with that.
I said I would stop counting days. I stuck to that. I guess I couldn’t really keep up with day counting anyway. So, let me just wreck my brain and count by months. Oh, that seems like a great idea! Not to keep anyone who may be reading this in suspense, it’s been five months now. Specifically, it’s been five months since Lorick passed away.
I believe that our loved ones who pass away leave behind a unique energy or vibration. I often receive signs from Lorick. From the air tag that he gave me, which randomly chimes from the drawer where it rests, to pennies from 1970, hawks perched on umbrellas, shattered glass, and even a cool breeze that brushes against me when I’m in my backyard.
Recently, as I was walking towards my office, I noticed a white feather lying in my path. I remembered hearing or reading somewhere that white feathers, or feathers in general, could be a spiritual message from a loved one or an angel. Hoping that it was a sign from Lorick, I picked it up and placed it on my desk.
Over the next five days, I encountered more white feathers in various locations. While I knew they were not from Lorick, I wondered who they were from and what they were trying to tell me. Could it be my friend Jennifer, who passed away too young? She was a hairdresser, and the feathers could be related to her. I felt as though I was trying to solve a mysterious puzzle.
It was Friday, and I had been staring at my computer screen for what felt like hours. I needed a break. The weather was beautiful, so I decided to go for a walk. I plugged in my earbuds and listened to some acoustic guitar, enjoying the peacefulness of the music.
As I walked, I moved to the side of the road to tie my shoe. That’s when I spotted a penny waiting for me to pick it up. I put it in my pocket and looked up at the sky, saying a quick “thank you” for the unexpected find.
But the surprises didn’t end there. A feather floated gently in front of me and brushed against my foot before settling on the ground. This feather was different from the others I had found before; it wasn’t white and had been discovered while it was in motion.
I couldn’t help but wonder what was happening. The penny and feather felt like more than just coincidence. Was someone trying to send me a message? The mystery lingered in my mind as I continued my walk, feeling a sense of curiosity and excitement about what might come next.
As I walked along, I focused on calming my mind and being open to receiving any message that might come my way. Soon, I came across a bench that overlooked the Beaufort River, and it was the perfect spot to reflect. As I gazed at the river and the puffy clouds above, one of the clouds caught my eye. It looked just like our dear Maggie Girl, whom we had put down only a month before. I took a picture of the clouds and sat there for a few more minutes, lost in thought about life and the past few months.
As I prepared to head back to work, I gathered my penny and feather and went on my way. Later that evening, after a long day at work, I sat down to look at the pictures on my phone. When I came across the picture of the clouds, I was amazed at what I saw. It wasn’t just the cloud formation that caught my eye – it was the image of Lee Lee, Lorick’s mother, who had passed away in April 2022.
In that moment, I knew that Lee Lee had been sending me the feathers all along. There was no doubt in my mind that she was letting me know that she loved me, that she knew I loved her son, and that they were together in a peaceful place. It was a message of hope and love that brought me comfort and strengthened my belief that those we love and lose are never truly gone.
The Dish by Deni 