“I’ll Be Waiting” Graphic

I woke up on Sunday thinking of my brother, Bobby.

I decided to go up stairs and share a couple stories with our girls while they were still in bed.

They love hearing these stories because they were born after Bobby had passed away.

(I wrote more about him here: Bobby)

Then I went down stairs and poured myself my usual big cup of tea and sat down here to answer some e-mails.

Rick makes breakfast on most weekends now so I can keep up on my blogging responsibilities.

He’s pretty good at it too. 🙂

So, as I sat here…the urge to write came to me and I didn’t resist.

This is what I wrote with a photo from our back yard…

{Pease feel free to right click on graphic and print.}

Of course I thought of my brother through out the process, but also several other folks…

Including my mother in law, Mary Ellen, my friend Julia’s Mom, and my friend Rose’s son.

I wanted who ever was going to read it to feel connected to it…not just me.

So, the day progressed as usual and I woke this Monday morning.

My mind quickly went back to the poem and I tried to think of a sign my brother may have left yesterday.

Anything…even a tiny little sign.

 There was nothing.

I was sad at first…

but then it came to me.

All of it was the sign.

My chat with the girls, the poem, this post…

It’s all connected…through him.

And now, through YOU.

If you’re reading this, this is YOUR SIGN.