A sign? What do you think?
Yesterday was exactly 2 months ago that Dad died. And a Friday, no less. It was a very difficult day for me...I could hardly stop crying.
Dad passed away at home (as was his wish). The house + 10 acres was sold almost immediately. It's been a whirlwind over Christmas, helping get Mom moved out (HER wish :)
The new owners take possession this weekend. Last night I was compelled to go to the house to say goodbye. Alone. In the dark. I hadn't been able to bear coming back to the house when it was empty (or FULL, for that matter). It was empty, clean -- immaculate (it's only about 5 yrs. old). I stood there in the living room. I could see the imprint of Dad's recliner on the carpet. I could see him in his hospice bed. I relived every moment of his last 44 hrs. as we sat at his bedside, saying goodbye. The house still smelled like "Mom & Dad's". I could hear our voices & his loud breathing. I laid on the floor in the same place where he had layed, looking at the ceiling where Dad flew through to heaven. It was anguish. But good. Know what I mean? This place was gone from us forever in a few short hours. The LAST PLACE ON EARTH DAD WAS ALIVE.
All of a sudden it occurred to me "I know Mom is immaculate. But I'll bet there's something here. SOMETHING! Something that was unintentionally left behind, unnoticed. A sign from Dad! " (I actually thought of this forum & a couple of threads I've read. And you, Lu). I'm open to that! Something that Dad left here for me to find, despite all 17 people who were in and out of the house, helping Mom pack (myself included).
I walked back to their bedroom/bathroom. There are 2 walkin closets -- Dad's was on the right. His closet & clothes has been the knot in my stomach for 2 months.
The closet & shelves were completely clean & vacuumed (of course). But on the bottom rod...there was one, empty, lone white wire hanger. Just slightly swinging. All by itself. It may as well had been on flaming fire judging by my reaction.
I was incredulous. My mouth popped open. I quit crying immediately. I thanked God profusely. We had cleaned out his closet, more than once? The house was completely empty, except for that hanger. I took the hanger home.
I don't know. Any thoughts? I just don't know. I used to believe in coincidinces, but don't anymore these past couple of years.
I'd love any feedback....thank you so much.