Before February 19, 2014, when I heard others describe signs from Heaven….I didn’t take them very seriously. Musings of a broken heart…would basically describe my thoughts on signs from our loved ones. I was as far from being religious (and still am) as one can be without being an outright atheist. I had feeling and beliefs about Heaven but absolutely felt no certainties about it. It’s not that I didn’t believe people…it’s just that I thought…naively…that these people were just desperately searching for a connection to their loved one…so they were willing to see things that maybe were not there. Looking back now, that seems so callous of me…but really it was the gift I didn’t know I had…the gift of not having lost someone so precious to me, so deeply engrained in who I am as a human being that the whole of my existence was shattered by their loss…I had lost PLENTY of people before I lost Maddi…several of whom I think of every single day…and miss very, very much. But their losses didn’t destroy me at my core. Didn’t reduce me to rubble. Didn’t bury me in the ground beside them. February 19, 2014….changed all of that. I died that day. They simply forgot to lay me to rest. Now I am rediscovering who I am…not in that fun…exciting….”Stella Got Her Groove Back” kind of way. No this is ugly. This is not of my choosing. I was shoved into this redetermination of my existence…kicking and screaming… and clawing at the ground. And part of this…I don’t know…exhausting work called grief…is the realization that Maddi…she is with me…us…all the time. Not in the way I want her to be…but in the only way I am afforded now.
I, since losing my precious child, have had an awakening of sorts. Believe me when I say, I would go back to a state of unawareness in a heartbeat, if I could turn back the hands of time. I wouldn’t even have to think on it for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Be that as it may, I cannot. So as I said, I have had an awakening of sorts. I see magic in everything nature has to offer me. I see this astonishingly beautiful, heavenly connection to everything around me. It is the most comforting, most torturous, most wonderfully distracting feeling. My child is so close, yet so far. Yet so close.
What I mean by this is…I see Maddi everywhere. I feel her in the sunrise…I can almost see her dancing on the clouds…waving her arms…and painting the skies. I feel her when I see a Mother deer and her fawn cross the road from one wooded tree line to another…safely crossing the road together. I feel her when I sit along the edge of a flower garden…and I see mixed in among the red and blues and yellows…a single pink rose or pansy or posy. I know she makes sure that we stumble upon a penny with the date of her birth inscribed on it or the perfectly formed heart rock amongst all other plain, old, regular, ho-hum rocks. These all seem like perfectly normal, everyday things to most…but to me…that couldn’t be further from the truth I know in my heart. I know, for certain, that Maddi has had her hand in my meeting or running into certain people at certain times. I know, for certain, when I go visit her stone…she helps the sun shine just perfectly right to warm us as we visit. Even my little one notices how much more brightly it seems to shine as soon as we sit down with her. And on a hot Summer’s day…there is always a breeze…a gentle, cooling breeze …that allows us to sit with her and enjoy a picnic and read a story without sweltering. And I know, with all I am, every time I walk along the ocean’s shore…she is there…dancing…splashing in the surf…jumping on the rocks. I know it.
Just yesterday, I visited Maddi. All morning the sky was completely covered in clouds. Darkish, gray clouds…that seemed to threaten a passing rain or snow shower. Even when I pulled up and parked, I noted how I couldn’t even see a dot of blue behind the clouds. And I thought to myself…maybe Maddi won’t be able to “do her thing” today…the clouds have won out. I trudged over…skated really…the snow had melted…then we got another storm…then it got warm…and now, it’s just…ice. Her things…her trinkets…were ice covered…her tree was knocked over…so I knelt down and got to work. I had been there for about half an hour when I finally was able to sit down…and weep. I tried to write but I was a mess…and my writing becomes incoherent…laced with many swears…when I am in that kind of…spot. So…I just wept. All of a sudden…over head…I felt a warmth. I looked up…and right above Maddi and I…and ONLY above Maddi and I…the sky had parted…just enough to allow the sun to shine down upon us. The tears began to pour even more heavily then they already had before…I cried out…”I see you. I see you Maddi. I always see you. I just…I want to really see you…I love you” …Yes, I shouted this out loud ….to the sky…and I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks. When it was time to go…the sun was still shining…but still ONLY above Maddi and I. I said my goodbyes…which is the hardest part of going there…the going isn’t hard…it’s the leaving…alone…it’s the leaving her there…that’s the part that eats me up…but as I said my goodbyes…the sun still shone… I made my way through the cemetery…took off my snow gear and got in the car…as I drove away…and yelled out my window…like I do every single time…”I love you Maddi” …I watched the clouds devour the sun. And the sky become gray all over again. This was Maddi. I know it. And nothing anyone can ever say will change my mind.
This was certainly not my only experience with this…and absolutely not my most profound. But my most recent. What I want to say to everyone reading this…is this…you are not alone. Your loved ones are here. It’s not just my Maddi doing these things. I firmly believe that every beautiful, awe inspiring thing around us…every time something happens “by chance”…every time we find a penny where we swear it wasn’t before….every time a song comes on the radio that reminds us of our loved ones… these things are not just things…they are our loved ones. For we are not bodies with souls…we are souls with bodies…and our energy continues…and this life…this physical one…is not the only one. I am firmly rooted in this belief. Next time you think “maybe?” just know…it IS.
These may be the musings of my broken heart. I may be crazy…right out there…bat shit crazy. But I would rather be…then ignore my heart’s cries…and never see these signs…live in this world without feeling Maddi’s presence…I couldn’t do it. It’s all I have now. So call me crazy. But I will live the rest of this life…staring at the clouds…getting lost in the sunset…picking up pennies…collecting heart shaped rocks and watching Maddi dance along the ocean’s shoreline…until the day I wake up where she is.