My lovely Dad died 6 weeks ago. He was elderly and unwell so it wasn’t entirely unexpected but I think about him all the time and it’s all still very raw. I struggle to know where he is now. I know “he” wasn’t there when I saw him at the funeral directors but people say that in time I will feel his presence.
When I went to his grave last week, I asked him to give me a sign that he was with me. I don’t know what I was excepting - I guess a white feather or an overwhelming feeling of love - but there was nothing.
But yesterday when I was walking, I heard a bird tweet and a little robin ran along the fence next to me for a few seconds. I blew him a kiss and he flew off.
At the time I thought, “that was my sign” but it was probably coincidence. I want to believe Dad is in a better place. I feel so deep in grief that I don’t know what I believe anymore.
Does anyone else feel like this?