Signs

In a couple hours I will be at the funeral of my best friend's dad. He lost his battle with cancer after 6 1/2 months of courageous fighting. It really doesn't seem possible, he was such an amazing man and touched so many lives. It makes you realize how precious and fragile life is, you never know when you may lose someone. You should never forget to tell people you care about that you love them and you should never pass up an opportunity to get to know someone. I really didn't know her dad as well as I would have liked and now I wish I had taken the opportunity to talk to him more. The same thing happened when my Grandpa passed away, I was still in elementary school and I wasn't really old enough to make memories with him and to have the meaningful conversations I so badly wish I had had now.

What I really wanted to talk about today though is signs. I have struggled with my faith my entire life. I suppose I have always believed in God but we changed religions so many times when I was little that I don't really know which religion I identify with or what exactly I believe. I do believe though that there is a higher power who helps guide our lives and that lost loved ones will always look over us. I think this is evident in some recent experiences. My friends boyfriend for example, got the magazine that her dad had signed him up for as a Christmas present yesterday, the day of the viewing. To me that was a sign that this wonderful man will continue to love and send advice to the boy who loves his daughter.

Furthermore, an Uncle told my friend and her boyfriend that when you see two hawks flying together that means the soul of a lost loved one is free. We have all seen hawks flying over the last few days.

There is also the fact that on Wednesday, the day he passed away we were discussing moral dilemas in my psychology class. My teacher posed this question to us, "A man's wife has a serious, life-threatening form of cancer. There is a druggist in town who has developed a cure for this cancer but is selling it at 20 times what the medication is worth because he invented it and thinks he deserves the money. The man can only raise half of the money he needs to buy the drug and the druggist refuses to sell it for less. Should the man steal the medication for his wife?". My professor encouraged us to discuss this and I explained that my best friends dad was currently fighting cancer and if I knew someone who had a cure for him, hell yes I would steal it. What time was this class and this particular discussion? Roughly 1:30. What time did my friends dad pass away? 1:30.

So many things have been happening, so many little signs. I truly believe that someone is watching over us, preparing us for the sadness and helping guide us through it. Open your eyes to life and love, look at the world around you. Quiet your heart and just listen. It is amazing what you can hear and learn when you stop trying to figure everything out.