Entry Seven

The night of his funeral, my mom, aunt & grandma went out to eat at my favorite Mexican restaurant.  I had been there numerous times but never knew they had a mariachi band perform on Friday nights.  The band was at the other side of the restaurant and we had a hard time hearing each other talk because they were so loud.  After a few songs, they stood right by our table and played “La cucaracha”.  This was the first time ever that I knew signs from your loved ones on the other side were possible.  Side note – a favorite childhood memory of mine is living in Arizona when I was 8 years old.  My grandparents came to visit us and we went to Mexico one day.  That night, my Grandpa, being silly as always, sang my sister, Jessica & I to sleep but he sang La cucaracha and was shaking our maraca’s we had just bought.  We laughed & laughed.  The reasons why I KNOW for a FACT that this band playing was the work of my Grandpa is not only that song with a significant meaning, but I had instant goose-bumps.  I laughed, then I cried then I laughed again.  These weren’t just emotions of losing my best friend, these were an overwhelming feeling that I just “knew” somehow that this is what’s going on with the spiritual world. 

Also, that week, my sister, Jacki, saw him in her dreams.  She was pregnant at the time & he knew it.  She knew that it was real & we felt that he was letting her know that he would be with her and look over her.  He died July 22^nd.  She was due in the beginning of January. 

About a month before Christmas, I had this gut feeling & was being guided that I would drive my sister to the hospital.  I kept teasing her by saying I’ll be ready and that it will be around Christmas time.  He boyfriend could’ve easily been the one to take her or any other relatives but I knew it would be me.  Christmas Eve, we were at my dad’s house getting ready to eat dinner.  Jacki wasn’t feeling well and thought she had indigestion or something.  She asked that I take her to the hospital & then we would return to my dad’s afterwards.  I don’t even remember the drive to the hospital but I was told I drove pretty fast.  What should’ve taken us at least 45 minutes only took 10.  I knew she was in labor.  Yep – she sure was! 

The thing is; Grandpa was Christmas.  For years and years, he decorated the house & yard for Christmas and he even played Santa Claus for families & local stores.  He loved it!  I think we were all afraid to face Christmas morning without my Grandpa.  It would’ve been empty, sad & different.  I prayed & prayed for a diversion.  What a great diversion we got too! My nephew was born Christmas Eve around 9pm.  The family brought dinner to the hospital.  The next morning, we didn’t even have a chance to be sad.  This was the first baby in our family & we were very excited to spend Christmas at the hospital.  My Uncle Marty even donned my Grandpa’s Santa suit and we went to the hospital like that.  It was magical.

There’s been many times when received signs from him.