I have to believe in angels watching over us and that those angels are the people who loved us during their time on earth.
Yesterday I read blogs in the morning. On GigiHawaii , I saw a link to the site for Leigh Ann Phillips, a new age sound healer. I had been thinking when I woke up about what music to use at Mike's celebration of li on Saturday. There was a review of Phillip's latest album, Mik'ael, on that site.
Now, know that Mike would not willingly listen to more than three seconds of new age music, but when we did our advanced directives a few years ago, we talked about the fact that services after a death were for remembering the loved one and for providing comfort to the family.
"Mik'ael"? Is it the comedian Jeff Foxworthy that says, "There's your sign!"?
Later in the morning, I had a call from a friend of Mike's from Minnesota. I recognized the caller ID and assumed it was a condolence call, but as it happened he had not heard and I had to tell him the sad news. We both ended up crying so hard we had to just hang up. It set off a pretty drippy day for me. It was a beautiful, crisp September day, though, and I decided to go out for a walk. As I walked up the road, a car went by, not pulling out into the oncoming lane as they so often do (do I really take up that much space?) and I was drawn to look at the license plate...FINDJOY.
He is so near.