Signs from those lost

I'm Catholic, but not a practicing one per se. I believe in God and all that, mostly because to think that there's nothing else past life is quite depressing.

For those of you who read my blog, you know that my Dad passed over a year and a half ago. It's been rough. But since he's been gone, I've experienced things that are way more than coincidences.

For example, my family and I are in North Conway on vacation and we hear a little music box type device playing a tune. The song was from the Beatles, "In My Life."

At the funeral home, as we all said goodbye to Dad, the funeral director asked me if my brother and I wanted to play a song in his memory. The choice was In My Life. (Dad was a huge Beatles fan).

Within a minute of realizing that was Dad saying hello, I come across a painting that's of a Boston Bruins Stanley Cup advertisement of sorts. The date on it has my birthday and the team they are playing is the Vancouver Canucks.

That's the team the Bruins beat to win the cup during "The Clock" run. If you don't know the story of the clock, watch it. Then you'll understand the importance of seeing this painted hockey poster.

These two events really touched me a s at that moment, I felt Dad was with me.

I miss him terribly, but those signs are like a big bear hug.

Looking forward to having him say hello to me again soon.

Miss ya Dad.

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