I get very strong Brian "vibes" sometimes. I told this story over on the LARS board {I think it was} last year. On Brian's birthday last year, I was at day care--we were outside on one of the playgrounds. I was thinking about him {of course}, and walking around, looking down. There was a folded up piece of pink paper on the ground. I was feeling lazy and decided not to pick it up and throw it away--I just walked over it. I walked a few feet, and then, it was like Brian was telling me to go back and get that paper! I turned and went back and picked it up. I unfolded it and there was a drawing of a girl with long hair {me?} and a boy with a Brian haircut {Brian??} and they were smiling. The words at the top said "You make my heart sing". Well......I just knew that was a message from Brian!
I still have that note....
THEN.....on the anniversary of his death last year---now this is REALLY weird---something else happened. First of all, I equate Brian with butterflies. We have yellow Eastern Swallowtails here, and when I see one, I think of Brian. I've had them come and land on me and everything! I always laugh and think that Brian is playing with me...
Anyway, it was 6:00 pm, and we took the remaining kids at day care out to the playground for the last 1/2 hour, until they were picked up. On that July 3rd day, as soon as I got out to the playground, there was a yellow butterfly. I got close and watched it fly from clover to clover. It was very calm and didn't fly away. I picked a piece of clover, and the butterfly landed on my hand TWICE and fed from the clover in my hand. This went on for a long time. Finally, the butterfly flew away. I came out of my reverie, and I looked at my watch. The butterfly had spent exactly TWENTY SEVEN minutes with me---one minute for every year that Brian was alive. When I realized this, I got chills! {even though it was a hot July day}. I mean....what are the chances????????
Just last week, I was on the same playground that I found the note on last year. I was walking and I "felt" Brian say "Look down". I did, and there was a lovely gold charm--a horseshoe--in the dirt. No one claimed it, so I know it was a gift from Brian.
I have it on a nice gold chain now.
OK. I know you all think I am crazy!!! Sometimes I think I am too. And I don't think about Brian all the time--I really don't! But, when I'm outside with the kids, that's when I really think about him. Don't know why--I just think of how he must have enjoyed being outside when the weather was nice--especially at Cotchford. And that's when these cool things happen.
So, should I be committed to the local asylum?? Or maybe, could this be not so crazy after all...?
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