Parents, passed

After my mother died, I told my husband I didn't feel her or think I got messages from her.  After Christmas he told me (he couldn't before) that she, before she died, asked him to get me something from Ireland, from her, for Christmas.  (She had been given 6-8 months to live.  That would have put her passing in November. She died in June.

When he was shopping for my present from her, there was a sweater that I would NEVER have chosen.  He says she TOLD him to buy that one for me.  That was so my mother.  We laugh about it whenever I wear that sweater.

Not until Mother's Day weekend of the next near did I truly feel my mother.  We were heading down to pick up some furniture from her house.  En route we got word that the rental truck we were supposed to pick up would not be available (long, aggravating, story there).  We would not be able to get a truck until Monday.  This meant a wasted trip.  My husband was mad at me, I was mad and began to pray.  The answer popped into my head.  I was to take Monday and Tuesday off, send my husband and son home on Sunday and my brothers and I could pack up the truck for me to drive home.

I also had this feeling that it was supposed to be some kind of 'epic odyssey' with my brothers and sister-in-law.  Those were the words.  My husband felt that it was my mother getting her 3 children together for Mother's Day.

When we got to the house I told my SIL what had happened.  She reminded me Monday was my older brother's birthday which also meant it was the anniversary of my father's death.  I knew then that my mom did have a hand in this. along with Dad and God.    We were meant to spend those days together.  And we survived. :)

What I picked up from the house was several pieces of antique furniture - a curved glass curio cabinet, a post office sorting desk, 2 drop leaf tables, 4 little chairs and a grandfather clock that I grew up with.  That grandfather clock and the curio cabinet were the biggest worries.  I insisted on a 10' box truck instead of a van because I wanted to stand up the clock.  Missed it by that much.....the rental place ONLY had a 15' truck.  WAY TOO BIG!   We then had to lay down the clock and the glass curio cabinet and tie everything else down securely so that nothing would slide around and break/damage the 2 fragile pieces.

I also took some pieces of jewelry I knew were special to Mom - 2 being watches - notice the clock theme? Did I mention Mom had a thing for clocks?  When I got home and found a little time to set up the grandfather I couldn't get it to work...I tried my mother's 1920's nurse's watch and couldn't get the hands to move.  I was a little bummed.  I didn't know how I was going to get a repairman to the house to fix the grandfather - or how much $$...for either.

Later, I took more time to work on the grandfather.  I remembered a few tricks my father had showed me and low and behold...it has worked for at least 12 hours so far.  I then tried the watch and suddenly the hands just moved.  It is working well too.

I fully felt this was my mom, and dad since the grandfather was his. I have always felt my dad around me but not, until now, my mom.  Thank you for all you have done for me.  Thank you for watching over me/us.  I can't wait until we are all together again.  I love you.