My First Angel Signs
I remember my first sign after my moms passing. She passed on a Thursday evening and the following day I heard the thump. I was talking to my neighbor at the front door and I said to him “no, you don’t understand, it’s not the cliché she’ll always be with you crap, no SHE’S FUCKING HERE!”
And at that exact moment we heard a thump come from the bedroom. We paused and looked at each other like, you heard that, right? Now that I think about it, it could’ve been because I dropped the F-bomb, she wasn’t a big fan of the F-bomb lol.
I forgot about it until I stumbled across it on the floor. It was a wooden flower (pretty heavy) I had above my bed for years and it never budged. She didn’t make it and it really had no significance other than it was a pretty flower and it was sparkly. It had meaning now lol. I drove around with that flower, seatbelt and all, for a long time.
That weekend I gotta room at La Quinta cause I needed space and I just wanted to be alone. Two more signs presented themselves. I went to work that Saturday morning at the bookstore to keep busy and at the end of my shift around noon I couldn’t find my keys.
Needless to say I had a COMPLETE meltdown and sobbed my eyeballs out. As I was collecting myself my boss showed up outta nowhere and found them in no time for me. With that I told him I was cool, collected my belongings and headed back to the hotel (great song btw by IN2DEEP, beep beep).
I got into my truck and was about to leave when I noticed I had a message. I remember thinking to myself, that’s funny I don’t recall it ever ringing, hmmm. Anyway, I played it and at first I was like what the shit is this? I called it “alien talk” at the time.
I listened to it twice, it was three minutes and some odd seconds, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks. It was my mom. HAD to be. So I looked to see the what the phone number was and there wasn’t one.
Even crazier is when I did make that first visit home I was in the kitchen with my dad when he wanted to show me something on her phone and noticed there was a voicemail. He played it and my heart skipped a beat and I said, “DAD, that’s the same shit that’s on my phone!”
Had I not been sitting there at that moment when he heard it he would’ve just erased it. But I’ll be dammed if it wasn’t the same “alien talk” that was on mine. I was convinced but he doesn’t believe so it’s like trying to sell an ice cube to an eskimo, he wasn’t having any.
Which is sad because you’re never gonna get a sign, any sign, if you’re not a believer. All you gotta do is believe and ask, it’s that simple.
I remember staring at the bottom of the hotel door in disbelief thinking to my, what the? Back it up a wee bit with when I went to the hotel I also packed up every single bead I owned which was like two trips from the car to the room with a luggage thingy. I had a lot of beads and so did my mom.
She was waaaaay better than I was but we both enjoyed making jewelry, we called it “free therapy”, and I took my beads to organize ’em. Just busy work really.
I remember staring at two beads at the threshold thinking how in the hell are two beads gonna fall (IF they fell, which they didn’t cause I would’ve known) and land right smack next to each other? At the bottom of the door?
It’s impossible. Of course it is because they didn’t fall and maybe it was at this point I came up with my saying, “if you can’t explain it, don’t. It’s magic”.
It’s magic I call mom.
— Melissa Parker
— Your Friendly Neighborhood Fearless Leader