So, when we gathered some photos and other paraphernalia from that time, we also packed the bowling pin. For a day or so, that bowling pin sat in between the kitchen and living room and never moved (they are quite heavy in fact.) Unless someone is throwing a 16 lb. bowling ball down at it, it shouldn't move, right? Well, that day, as my mom and sister sat in the living room, and me getting ready in the hall bathroom, that bowling pin fell over. Silence. No one moved. It was unexplainable, and I heard it topple over while in the other room(kind of a loud thud). When I walked out of the bathroom, with an awestruck mom and sister, I said; "well, dad just rolled a perfect game."
I'm convinced, it was his sign to us that he is okay...
Fast forward to this weekend, when my mom died a few days ago, I casually mentioned to my sisters that we should "look" for a sign from mom (and I typically ask those I'm close to if they ever see a sign from their loved one that has passed on letting them know they "made" it to the other side.) For a couple of days, nothing. Then yesterday, I noticed a social security card on the floor of my sister's desk and chair. Sure enough, that card was my mom's. It sent chills down our spines, and we really can't figure out how it "fell" out of her desk without notice. Once again, I said; "it's a sign from mom, it even has her name on it."