|Photo by David Beaulieu|
I love those little things that happen, probably everyday, we fail to notice because we have our ipods on too loud or Fox News is on 24/7 or you have say 5 children who inherited a talking gene from there momma. Those little things that let you know there is something else out there. We are not alone. Life is not finite. Are they just wishful thinking or really signs?
I will keep this brief because talking about it too much seems to cheapen it. It was so simple but gave me immense joy. Mom called to talk to my kids as we had just returned from vacation. Someone handed me the phone and she had something happy to share.
My father is an avid gardener. He is a hodge-podger. A little of this, a little of that. It doesn't necessarily go together or make sense to an outsider but he grows what he likes when and where he likes it. Flowers, vegetables, herbs here and there tucked around the steep hill outside his mountain home. It keeps him busy and out of mom's hair. He is good at it. It's organized chaos to him. So when a random flower popped up in the middle of his garden that didn't match the rest of his chaos, it didn't seem a big deal but Dad likes to know the different species and why would this one single flower pop up in the middle of his intentionally planted array of other vegetation?
A friend came by and looked at the flower and told them the flower that matched no others in the garden was named - a Becky.
****Note - in case you don't know, my sister's name was Becky. She passed away at age 39, two years ago.