Last week was full of emotional lows. A tough funeral followed by Curtis' birthday made getting through each day one by one a must. By Saturday I was emotionally drained yet I had one more bitter sweet day to go, Mothers Day. In my quest to get through the week, I knew this day was looming but hadn't given it much thought until I started recieving cards and flowers.
Saturday Dave and I met up with a friend to go for a ride. It was a beautiful day, perfect for a few hours on the bike. After getting on our way, my habit is to say a little prayer for safety and to ask Curtis to watch over us. As I finished my request I looked high in the sky to my right, there a cloud showed a face as clear as a photo. I stared at it for at least a minute with awe, it truly looked like Curtis. I wished for a camera. Sometimes I carry one on me, but that day I didn't even have my phone on me. I decided that this was a picture that was not meant to be saved, but savored. As the face spread out, the lips and nose widening, my eyes filled with tears out of happiness for this gift. After such a difficult week this brought me a bit of joy.
I have only recently been able to see these gifts. Maybe I wasn't ready before this. I talked only last week to a widow of 5 years about signs. She told me that she didn't want to see them, her husband was the love of her life and she feels they would be too painful. I think he knows her request and doesn't send them. I've yearned for them, and I think Curtis knew when the time was right.
It was a good Mothers day. The beautiful flowers from Emily and Nic, the great card from Katie and the portrait from Curtis made my day.
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