Do you believe in pennies from Heaven? Although I'd heard of people receiving messages from beyond the grave, I hadn't experienced it myself until my Mom died. On the day Mom died, I found this penny on the ground when I walked out of the nursing home at the end of the day.
This poem called "Angel's Pennies" tells what pennies found on the ground mean to many people. When an angel misses you they toss a penny down, or so the story goes. Perhaps my Angel mom sent that penny on the ground for me to see, to turn my sadness into joy.
Even before her death, it was easy to see that Mom could feel God's pull from above, calling her to her eternal home. After Mom's death, this crucifix, statue of Mary and pair of candles, one slightly longer than the other, drew me into a corner of the church basement where Mom spent so many hours of her life. Looking back, the candles seem symbolic of my parents' lives, with Dad's life just slightly longer than Mom's.
Do those who are dying see images we can't see? When they look out the window at the sunrise, do they see God beckoning them home? When they look beyond their loved ones' faces, do they see the face of God smiling upon them? Some people who have returned from the grasp of death say it's true.
Two days before Dad's death, the sun shining through the early morning clouds seemed like a message from beyond, calling Dad to come home. Did God send these rays to brighten the gloomy morning and my gloomy spirit? Did Mom ask for those rays of sunshine to bring peace to my soul?
On the morning after Dad's death, when I went to the cemetery to tell Mom what she already knew, the sun shone brighter than ever. Although Mom's with God, her spirit calls to me from her final resting place.
As I walked among the newest of the graves, this ribbon beside a bouquet of flowers had a message that called out to me. Let go and let God, we may say the words but our actions don't always match the words.
At the cemetery on the evening of Dad's burial, the rays of the setting sun brought warmth to my spirit and hope for the promise of eternal life.
The early morning skies on the morning after Dad's burial were a palette of colors. Were they mixed by God's loving hands to bring comfort to me and all who were mourning?
The purple skies at dusk the next evening were the color Mom loved so much, reminding me that her love is with me always and her spirit lives inside of me.
On my way back to work after lunch one day, about a month after Mom's death, I found another penny, this one on the ground beside my car.
Butterflies are another sign from Heaven, or so some people believe. As the caterpillar sheds its cocoon to become a beautiful butterfly, we shed our earthly bodies when we are called home to Heaven.
A month after Dad's death, this butterfly called to me, wings flapping atop these beautiful lavender flowers Mom would have loved.
On the same day, I watched this mother deer leed her fawns to safety, watching over them and teaching them the lessons they will need when they are grown.
Early in August, just before the two month anniversary of Mom's death, I saw butterflies everywhere. This butterfly flew away and returned numerous times as I watched.
Driving through the mountains, I watched this hawk flying overhead. Even after I parked and got out of the car, the hawk's circling flight above continued.
Two months after Mom's death, another penny appeared. Like the second penny I found, it was face up instead of face down on the ground.
Pennies and butterflies, are they signs from above, sent from Mom and Dad to show me their love? On one walk, a butterfly like this one lit on my shoulder for just a moment before flying away.
This poem I found about butterflies reminds me that my parents' spirits will be with me always, forever in my heart. Although I feel their presence every day, each time I see a butterfly, they seem especially near.
This poem by Jill Haley is used at butterfly release ceremonies. Forever in my heart, that's where my parents will always be, right there beside me as I go through each day.
Mom never loved roses. She felt that their beauty was too fleeting and they would soon die. But roses in Heaven must live forever, just as we all will some day. Dear God, place a bouquet of roses in my Mommy's arms. Add some petunias and snapdragons, flowers she loves. I remember her always and feel her love each day. I feel Daddy's love too, present day and night, even in my dreams.
God called to them and they followed Him home. They look down on me and watch as I go through each day. I know that they're safely home now, waiting for that day when we're all together again. As Mom always said, "One day we'll all be together."
What a party we'll have when that day comes! But until then, I'll take what I can get when I can get it and do the best I can to live the legacy Mom and Dad gave us all. I'll face each day with a smile on my face, a prayer on my lips and a song in my heart.
To paraphrase a favorite story of mine, "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living - and beyond - your daughter I'll be." Blogging Grandma Sandy, signing off for now.