Back again Bandie to tell you my odd signs. I really don'tto believe in the supernatural but life can throw up some good coincidences. Here are a couple.
After my dad died five years ago we were at the crematorium and looking at the Book of Remembrance where my dad had his entry; dates, achievements, a poem, that sort of thing. His was the last entry in the book. Another book was opened at its first page. Both under glass. At the top of the new book it had one line
"XX XX [my dps full name] HAS A GOOD HEART"
That was it, no dob-dod, nothing. Dp and I had been bickering a lot so it was like a weirdo message from dear dad to me to cut DP some slack. We all sniggered a bit at the coincidence.
6 months later that winter I encountered a Clairvoyant who for £5 told me about dad 'on the other side'. She said some stuff, some actually credible, but the bit that interested me was when she said 'he's saying that your DP HAS A GOOD HEART.'
Dad hardly knew DP tbh. Anyhow, the clairvoyant told me he would give me a 'sign' that he was around. That night there was a heavy snow fall. DP said 'Did your dad wear big pointy shoes [guffaw]?' Nope I said. In the walled back garden was a set of ginormous pointy toed footprints in the fresh snow leading to our back door...But they disappeared into nothing as though somebody had softly landed in the snow and walked a few feet to the door.
Was puzzling. Some weeks later I borrowed a postage stamp sized photo of my father sitting in our garden in the 1960's. I wanted to enlarge it to A4. You know what? Once scanned and enlarged I saw he was wearing the most mahoosive pointy shoes!! Had dad been stumping in the snow in his pointy 60's shoes?
Unrelated to dad but in the same Land of the Strange I was sitting alone in that garden on a hot day. Ds had a toy lawn mower which has a motor sound. The lawn mower 'started up'. Next his ride-on toy with the most annoying fireman's song started playing by itself[...if there's an emergency anytime at all, I will always answer your callll...]. Sensibly, I moved briskly indoors, deciding the hot weather was freaking out all the toys.
As I walked through the kitchen, a tiny keyring violin started to play an Irish ditty...
Quite batty all of it to be sure.