TALES FROM THE BOBBI LAMA

Grief has a funny way of surfacing out of nowhere…any trigger at any time. After my husband passed four years ago, I have found those deeply sad times have greatly reduced, but not our memories. The memories of our fifty-four years together still pop up all the time. Today I was thinking how we’d go for walks and he’d reach for my hand so we could be more connected. The thought occurred to me as I was framing some new family Christmas pictures, and it all made me feel weepy. I continued to arrange all the new pictures, in with the old, on the shelves of my wall unit, and I was suddenly missing him terribly.

When I was done, I sat down to look them all over and wished he could see the family now…especially our new little great grandson. That’s when my eye caught the porcelain statue that he gave me on our anniversary years ago. Strangely enough, the porcelain couple appeared to be partially lit up. With no light coming in a window in that room, and nothing else in the wall unit lit up, it stood out as surreal and unexplainable. As I sat there amazed by what was happening, I noticed the hands of the couple were highlighted with the red light. I immediately grabbed my phone to take a picture as the light was fading, but I caught it. I have no idea how he was giving me a sign, but it was perfect. Maybe the red and green colors were to let me know he was with me afterall as I/we enjoyed the family Christmas pictures. And the best part… so perfectly timed with my thoughts about holdiing hands … was that our hands on the statue were highlighted in that warm red light. It felt like he was telling me we were connected again, his spirit was right there and “holding hands” with me from the other side.

Some people might think signs are spooky, but not me. To me, they are just so comforting. I love knowing his loving energy is around me…that he is not gone.