the most important person in my life, has been gone thirteen
years. About two years ago when I started this new journey,
I decided to ask her for a sign. One of her pet names for
me was "Sugarfoot". So I asked, "Gram, if you
can hear me, would it be possible to send me a sign - 'Sugarfoot'"?
I asked several times through about a two week period. A few
days before Christmas, my husband's son and grandson were
visiting. I was coming up the stairs from the basement when
I heard a LOUD crack and the sound of glass landing on the
tile kitchen floor. As I rounded the corner, I expected to
see my grandson into some kind of mischief. Instead, there
was no one around and I discovered the sound had been caused
by a large piece of glass which had broken off the top of
my vinegar cruet. The piece was still lying on the floor.
It was so unusual that my awareness picked up immediately.
It was about thirty minutes later that I was sitting at the
dinner table when my little grandson walked over to stand
beside me. I was just about to tell him to go back in the
kitchen to eat his donut because he going to make a mess when
I looked down at my shoe - it was covered with the white powdered
sugar from the donut! SUGARFOOT! Needless to say I was thrilled!
The second pet name my Gram had for me was Honeybucket. About
a year later I asked again for a sign, this time -- "Honeybucket."
Again I asked many times and was just about to give up. One
morning, music made me sit right up in bed. The music was
kind of in my head and yet not. Hard to explain except it
was there! I was trying to think where I had heard the music
before when.......BAM, it hit me. There is a word game I play
on AOL called Tumblebees. With each word you make, the bees
drip more honey in the bucket. As you get closer to winning,
there is this music that comes on to let you know you are
getting closer to filling up the HONEYBUCKET! Of course! Now,
why I never made the connection all the times I played is
beyond me, but Gram made the connection for me.
The third sign was from my mother-in-law who passed last year.
I first asked her for some black kitties since she loved her
black kitty. I saw lots of black kitties but I then realized
that black kitties are too general. I had a hard time coming
up with anything else, but finally settled on her maiden name,
Pinkerton. I asked at least a month for this sign. Then in
May, a day before her birthday, I was filing my patient cards
in my office. One kind of fell out to catch my notice -- Mr.
Pinkerton! He is not my patient, so I didn't even know we
had a Mr. Pinkerton. Thank you, Mom.
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Oct. 3rd, 2005