A couple of years ago, a close friend of mine passed. She had been ill with cancer for quite a while. We had worked together back in the early 80s, so I had known her for quite some time.
We had lost touch over the years but the last few years of her life I saw her on a regular basis. She was going through different treatments at the time, each taking its toll on her in different ways.
I would go visit with her and we would talk about things we used to do and I would get her laughing. I loved to get her laughing. I would do what I could for her pain and anxiety with the healing energy work. She would fall asleep which was a good thing because it was Spirits way of getting her mind out of the way to relax for a while, if only for a short time.
I saw her slowly get worse and after moving from her home, living by herself, to living with relatives, she had to eventually move into a nursing home. I would catch up with her at the different locations to visit and do what I could. The laughter came less and less as she was getting closer to leaving.
The last time I saw her was in the nursing home. It was only about a week before her birthday and as it turned out a couple of weeks before she passed.
She was weak and when she would talk I had a difficult time hearing her. Some of the things she was saying though, I have learned through working with hospice and some books I've read, they are common for those getting closer to passing.
She was talking about packing to go somewhere and was concerned about it. I assured her I would help with the packing and you could see her relax.
But what really stood out for me is when she was pushing something in the air in front of her. Her comment is about a button. Well, I'm looking all over for a button. Is it the call button for the nurses? Is there a button for the bed? I went out to talk to one of the staff to see if there's a special button that I'm not seeing. They said no.
When I returned, I asked her to repeat it again and got really close to hear what she was saying. She's saying Angel Buttons and pushing at the air. But she said they don't work yet, they are gray.
Wow, Angel Buttons, not working yet. And when I asked her if she had seen any Angels, she said she had, in her room a few nights before. It's comforting to know they Angels were with her.
She passed within 2 weeks of when I last saw her. I know she is around me, sending me signs. And as I type this, I truly believe the hawk circling out my window, right now, is her way of saying, I'm here.
The Angels are here for us when we need them and our loved ones work with nature and animals to show us signs they are still here, thinking of us, letting us know they're OK.
Here's one line from the poem from her service (author unknown):
Though you can't see or touch me, I'll be near.
Do you have a loved one showing you signs through nature or an animal, letting you know they are still here though you can't see or touch them? I'd love to hear your stories. Post them on Facebook page, or in the comments below or you can always email me directly.
Angel Blessings to you!