Today is our third meeting of the Helping Parents Heal group. The first meeting wasn’t. It was just Tywana and me. The second meeting we had two mothers- one’s child passed two years ago, the other’s child 30 years prior. We wonder who is going to show tonight, but I am at peace with whatever happens is supposed to happen. Tywana has had a couple of people commit to coming We’re expecting the two people who showed up last month, and we have a new couple who emailed me during the week. So, we could have as many five or six.
At 6:50, the new couple shows up. OK. So, we know we’re having some sort of meeting. We won’t be headed home at 7:30 again. We introduce ourselves and make small talk until 7. At 7, I read the mission statement of Helping Parents Heal. It turns out the new couple is with another parents’ grief group and has stopped in to check us out. They have passed the 8-year mark. So, they’re old pros at this. At a few minutes after 7, our mother from last time comes. This is the mother whose child passed 30 years ago. So, it looks like tonight is going to be about the people who have more time helping Tywana and me. The others who had committed to come never show. I am 100% at peace with that. If and when they are meant to come, they’ll come. If they’re not meant to come, that’s OK. We’d like to plan an agenda for the meeting in the future, but until we have a certain number of people, there’s no point in bringing in an outside speaker. We have a few ideas. If we get there, fine. If we don’t, fine too.
Tonight is going to be just an open dialog. I glance at the clock around 7:30. I’m again thinking we’ll be wrapping this up early with just five people, three of whom were here last month. But, we go until 9 o’clock again when I have to call the meeting to a close.
One of the topics we discuss is signs. Tywana and I share that we’ve had many signs in the 15 months since Shayna crossed over. If you’ve been reading, you know they are documented here. The other couple has been journaling their signs and they’ve had dozens. The mother who is here alone says she’s never had a sign from her daughter. I explain to her that signs are complicated. The sender has to be able to send them. The receiver must be in a state of mind to receive them. And perhaps most importantly, the receiver must be open to them in the form that they may come. It could be “coincidences”, favorite songs playing on the radio, electrical phenomenon, strange animal behavior, dreams, etc., etc., etc. We share some of our signs and they’re signs that others might dismiss. The couple tells stories of finding the garment they put on their son for his funeral, in a bag, with the tags still on it, underneath his bed. His favorite number on his favorite team’s jersey. They tell of finding a journal he had just written a couple of entries in tucked away in a nightstand, on Valentine’s day. And, one of the couple of entries was about Valentine’s day and the types of love other than romantic love that are not celebrated on that day. Their son had a lifelong chronic illness that kept him dependent on them and living at home. They tell several other stories as well.
Then, the mother who says she hasn’t had any signs speaks up. She tells of her second daughter (born a year after her first daughter’s passing) heard knocking in the house and asked if she heard it. She did not. Then later, while home alone, she heard the knocking again, went to look out from the second story window to see who was at the door and no one was there. We ask “Wasn’t this a sign?” we ask. She tells of the second daughter, again she never met her older sister, having dreams of her older sister coming to her giving her career advice (which she has taken) and even taking her into heaven. But, since the sign wasn’t given directly to the mother, she hasn’t counted this one. She tells of running into her daughter’s best friend multiple times different days, the anniversary of her daughter’s passing, her daughter’s birthday, Christmas. She was living in a fairly large city at the time. It’s fascinating to me this stuck out enough in her memory for her to recall it, but she doesn’t count it as a sign. And, there is the fact that she dreamt of her daughter’s death before it happened and was told by a psychic to look out for her daughter around that time. But, those were before her daughter passed, so they are not After Death Communications. It seems to me she’s had a lot of signs, but they haven’t come in the form she was expecting and maybe not directly to her (the dreams).
I share all of this for a reason. I will not identify people who attend our meetings or give information that could be used to identify them, but I have a friend who had a very, very dear friend pass a week ago yesterday. She is desperate for a sign. Not everyone gets a direct sign. Most parents do, but not all. The mother who said she did not get a sign referred to parents who have felt their kids tap them on the shoulder or sit on their beds (after passing). These are very specific types of signs. And I believe they are very rare. We have never had anything so dramatic. The other couple there had not. But, we were and are open to different types of signs and have had many, most in unexpected ways. To get a sign, the sender must have the skill to send it. The sender must have the intention to send it. The receiver must be open to receive it. The receiver must be ready to receive it. Christine Duminiak, who runs an After Death Communications group, believes another condition is necessary and that is permission from God (Universe/Source/Creator). The sign must be in the best interest of all involved. If we want a sign, we should prepare ourselves to receive it, put that intention out into the universe to God and/or our loved one, then be open to whatever results come in whatever form.
The third meeting was a success. I think everybody got something out of it. Will next month bring more people? Will it bring different people? Don’t know. Doesn’t matter. We will keep putting the intention out there to help people and we will see what happens.
