I posted here about my experience with some old VCR tapes that I thought were doing some strange things, but neglected to mention all of the other things that have led me to believe, over the last 25 years, that my late husband, Scott, likes to communicate with me. First, he was a young Marine Corps aviator and was diagnosed with a brain tumor at age 27. We discovered we were expecting our first baby on the same day he had his biopsy, not a great day. But he had a lot to live for, so we didn't waste time being sad. In the five years he was sick, we had some great times despite his illness. We were not going to let it stop us from experiencing all the life we possibly could, even though sometimes it was very bittersweet. Yes, it's weird. There were a couple movies made about similar things way back in the 90s, but I swear I did not see them (as from the trailers they seemed to be putting my life on the screen, and yuck, I could never watch it!). We had our baby girl, and then had another about 17 months later, some might say an oopsie, but I say a gift from God. Scott had been doing great until the second girl was about ten months old, then had a recurrance of his cancer. He died when the girls were 2 and 4.
When they were babies and toddlers, the news was full of stories about how babies were being accidentally strangled by cords from mini blinds. Scott was always concerned about this as we had a brand new house with brand new blinds. He was always tying the cords up into his fancy Boy Scout knot (that you could pull on once and it would just fall out). I even have video of him tying up some blind cords during our daughter's first birthday party.
After he died, the girls and I went about living our lives the best we could. I don't know exactly when I started noticing that the cords on our mini-blinds would sometimes be tied into the Boy Scout knots, but it probably was years later. It's like once I realized about these knots, I would discover them around the house all the time. I knew it wasn't me doing it, and immediately felt it had something to do with him! We've moved into three other homes since then, and it never failed, I would find the knotted blinds from the kitchen to the laundry room and even this last time I went to paint our garage walls (I know, who paints their garage, right?!) I discovered the old blinds in the garage window had the knots. It got to the point that I would untie them and start watching, and it seems like just as I would forget about it, there they would be for me to notice!
I remained single for 12 years, but after 9-11 an old friend of Scott's from the Marines was headed over seas and traveled through our town's airport on his way, calling me on a lark. We ended up dating (sort of long distance) and then planned a weekend together for when my daughters would be at camp. I was so excited, I was crazy about this guy. He had been Scott's boss at one point, and my husband had really respected and cared about him, though I had only met him a few times. Anyway, I'm getting my shower the Friday afternoon before he was scheduled to come into town for our first weekend together. As I walked out of the bathroom, I stepped on a sharp object and looked down to find my late husband's tiny aviator wings (that I kept in my jewelry box in the closet) impaled into the bottom of my foot. How had they gotten onto my carpeted floor?! I knew I hadn't gotten them out and the kids were out of town! I pulled them out of my foot and probably talked out loud to Scott! It was just like something he would joke about! Then, I realized I hadn't had a tetnus shot in years, so had to go get that shot the same day, just before my big date! Well, you know how tetnus shots make you feel... RUINED my romantic weekend! We joked that Scott was trying to tell us something, but we were only really half joking. Then, after a few months of dating, we were on the phone one night and my new guy told me he loved me. Just as I was answering the same, this tin flower holder -- think cute wall hanging -- that hung on my kitchen wall came crashing down onto the Mexican tile floor in the next room. It had never fallen before, and hasn't since. I just knew it was Scott, the timing was too amazing!
Let me go back a minute... I forgot about the cemetery. When Scott and I first started dating, he was going to leave his truck with me while he went overseas, but I needed a refresher on driving a stick shift. We went to the cemetery to practice on the little roads there, and on this one hill, I jerked the truck and he spilled his coffee on his trousers, which we both laughed at. One day after his death, I was sitting by his grave and realized I had picked the gravesite directly adjacent to the place his coffee had spilled, without realizing it!
Then there were the rainbows. The scar on his head was an arch, and our oldest daughter used to call it "Daddy's rainbow." The day of his funeral, as we were driving home from my parents' house back to our little house, a double rainbow was in the sky and the first thing our girls said was, "Look Mama, Daddy sent us a rainbow from heaven!" I've been interested over the years to read of others who've lost people who saw rainbows on the day they died, especially plane crash victims. And oh yeah, for the next two years on the anniversary of his funeral, we saw rainbows!
Back to my second husband. We both believe that our being together was meant to be. I dated throughout my 30s and never met anyone at all that I even had a second date with. We both believe we were meant to be together and Scott had something to do with it. We think he approves. My new husband and I had two children together, and the youngest daughter, when she was about ten, had a dream in which Scott appeared just in time with a "bunch of other military guys" to save her from some "bad man" who was chasing her. As she recalled the dream to me, a man who looked like her older sisters' daddy (we still have photos of Scott, and she knows his story) helped her, then looked at her and said, "You don't know me, but I know all about you!" before getting in his "big truck" and driving away. When I heard this, it really struck me. Maybe it's because I want to think he does know about us all and what a happy ending we've had, and I also want to think he is a protector. If God has warriors in heaven, he's one of them!
Finally, about the night my mom died. This could be its own story, but I'll tell it here. We were very close to Mom, she was a fabulous mom and mother in law. She died after a very brief illness and we were all shocked at how fast she went down hill. The night she passed away, after only a week of her being sick, I was with her. She was heavily sedated, and I was just in that pre-sleep state across the room on a small sofa, but all of a sudden I felt someone wake me up, like a hug and then gone. I jumped up and ran to call my brother who was upstairs. I have to insert something strange, and I debated about leaving it out, but I'll tell you. I had gone through menapause a couple years earlier, for absolute sure, yet as I ran up the stairs to get my brother I realized I had gotten my period RIGHT at that moment! WHAT? I called my brother and he came down just in time for her last breath. Then, almost in that moment my phone rang. This was at 2 a.m. It was my new husband calling to tell me some other old Marine friend had JUST called our house, asking about Scott and insisting that he talk to me about Scott. I told my husband that Mom had passed almost at the same moment, and we both concurred that somehow it was a message that Scott was there for Mom, and he somehow used his other friend to let me know. When I finally talked to the other friend, whom we hadn't spoken to in years, he related how he'd been up with his own baby in the night and felt compelled to call me to check on things. He said he couldn't get Scott out of his mind. I realized after this that he was the one, during all the years I was single, who always knew to call me somehow to check on things when I was the lonliest. And he would say things like, "We should get those girls into private school." Which was confusing to me. Why would he say that? We weren't dating, just friends. But it makes sense to me now... Maybe that friend is somehow sensitive and Scott figured out how to somehow communicate through him? It sounds a little crazy. By the way, I told my doc about the period part and he was shocked. He feels it was a spiritual thing (and I applaud him for admitting that to me). Haven't had it since, by the way (apologies for TMI!) Anyway, these days, I feel that Mom and Scott are both around sometimes. In my heart, I hope it's like they can visit for special occasions, such as our daughters' weddings (I related a story about that somewhere else) but want them to be happily in heaven drinking martinis with everyone else! When they aren't keeping my little ones safe from "bad guys" in her dreams, that is! Thank you for letting me share here. This has been ongoing for the last 25 years. It's all good.