Angie--Such an interesting post. Your way with words is amazing and definitely sends my mind off to thinking about wonderful things. But also, reading your readers' comments. It is all so encouraging to read how other BLMs regard their little ones' spirits. I have become much more spiritual and less religious since Chase died and yearn so badly for some sign, some point of contact, something nearly tangible, if I could. Something I will never forget...and can let my mind wander as it may....About 4 or 5 months after Chase died, I somehow caught a glimpse of a helium balloon coming down out of the sky (slowly deflating). Like many, we use balloons to send messages to him. So when I coincidentally l saw this balloon coming down while driving on a busy street in the middle of our moutainous town, I was sure that it was Chase's message coming back to us. I finally turned my car around and parked where I thought I saw the balloon (it took that long to talk myself into searching for an impossible message--come on, this was too obvious to be real). I got out and walked along the street and searched in the treetops and the grasses below for the red balloon. In the end, I was too embarrassed to ask these people that were in the exact spot, I was sure, that I had seen teh balloon land about the balloon at all.
I still like to think that it was a message from my son, as ridiculous as it sounds. But sometimes all we have are extraordinary measures to hold onto. And I like how you refer to these extraordinary things as ordinary to us.....because in our "new normal", they are.
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