Signs from beyond, some people believe, some find it a bunch of hooey, some find it scary.
It’s been almost two years since my father passed away. He was a light-hearted, hard-working family man. Growing up, I heard the stories of his life as a child of a coal mining family in the hills of Kentucky. His love of that life was evident as he told me of the river, the woods and the caves in which they played. He was in his teens when they moved to the city for better opportunities. Though, he became a city boy, part of my dad’s heart always longed to be out and about where life didn’t feel crowded. When we would return to visit family, he would soak it in speaking of the beauty of the land and calling it “God’s country.”
It was the day of of his funeral and we had just said our goodbyes at the grave site. Exhausted, grieving but glad that he was no long suffering, my oldest son was riding with me. Neither of us were happy to be stopped by a train when I didn’t make it over before the gates began to lower. As we sat waiting for it to pass, out of the corner of my eye I saw a tumbleweed rolling. It seemed to come out of nowhere and certainly caught my attention. They are not around here. I had never seen a real-life tumbleweed. It immediately brought to mind my father. It looked just like a scene out of the old Westerns that bored me to no end if he happened to commandeer the TV on a rainy weekend.
The gate began to lift and and my son and I both sat staring at the tumbleweed as it jumped onto the tracks and began closely trailing the train. I hesitated to say anything, but was thinking of my dad following that train out to beautiful country air that he loved so much. But, then my son spoke, “I’ve never ever seen a tumbleweed and then one goes on by right as we’re coming back from the grave.” We were both thinking the same thing, that my dad was going on his merry way and letting us know.
It could have been a coincidence, but I think not. It would be so like my dad. My father and I were close, his friendship was a hard loss after Alzheimer’s took his mind. I believe he was letting us know that he was okay and moving onto a better place, a place in which he wanted to be. It comforts me on those hard days when I am missing him and wishing he was still here with us.
Do you believe in signs from beyond? Do you think it’s possible for our deceased loved ones to communicate in some way? Please feel free to share your feelings and stories.
Lily Doe has written for ImperfectWomen.com since 2009. She has never been shy about sharing her opinion and enjoys writing on a variety of topics. Her life’s focus is sharing good times with family and friends.