TALES FROM THE BOBBI LAMA

For many years, my friend and I both enjoyed getting together with our husbands, laughing and telling stories by the hour. We think about those days often now that both of our husbands have transitioned. She remembered Jack, my husband, once sharing about the time he was swarmed by bees as a kid, with an enormous number of stings causing him to go into a coma. Needless to say, he always had a thing about them buzzing around after that, and would jump up out of his seat if one got too close. It was just assumed my job was to get them out of the house if any came inside because I didn’t have that fear.

Shortly after my husband passed, I did have a bee encircle me and follow me all around on a day the temperature was near freezing so it made no sense. Considering the context, and our history, it was as if Jack’s energy was getting my attention to let me know he was still around. My friend has also had similar experiences with relatable signs from other transitioned family members, and always in an unusual, attention-getting way. She even had a bee stay with her while sitting by a pool. She remembered Jack’s bee story, asked him what he wanted, and mentally heard him say, “Call Bobbi. She’s fragile.” She called and discovered I had been crying so hard missing him. Her call was just what I needed that day.

Fast forward, my friend was out for a walk with her daughter a couple of days ago, and a bee landed on her wrist. She watched it for a while, turning her head to watch it as it walked all around her wrist and on her sleeve cuff. Her daughter said, “Aren’t you afraid it’s going to sting you?” My friend answered her daughter confidently, “No, I know who he is.”

She then explained to her daughter, “My friend’s husband passed, and sometimes he comes to me to have me call his wife.” Her daughter looked at her like she was losing it. And that evening, she called me to tell me about the bee visiting her with a mental message to call me, and we had a good laugh. Then today I realize Jack’s timing was perfect. The book that I wrote, about him and his signs (You Don’t Know Jack!) had just arrived that same afternoon at some friends’ homes. Several people had texted me a picture of them holding it which made me feel so happy I was his “voice,” and yet, missing him to share that news. My friend’s call later that day was the reminder I needed that his love was still very much infused into all around us…a real present on the release of the book and on the 2nd anniversary of the day his body released his spirit!