If you missed the HIP 2B SQUARE post yesterday, there were 2 more of my projects posted. One of them was this page I made with dimensional hearts, similar to a technique I used on a page that was included in the Scrapbooking Family Vacations workshop I was involved in.
The particular placement of my hearts this time was inspired by a page by Nancy Damiano from awhile back. I happen to adore her work. She inspires me.
You wouldn't know it by looking at the photo on this page, but it's probably the most special page to me ever because it's the story about a blatantly obvious sign given to me by my deceased sister about a year ago.
I never blogged about it at the time, because I'm sure there's people who would think I was a complete wack nut, but I think if you've ever lost someone you were very close to, you may have had similar experiences where you KNOW without a doubt it was them.
Here's the story...
My sister's old boyfriend, who is still a friend of mine, wrote a book. The book is mostly about his life during the years when he was playing with a particular band (same band as an old boyfriend of mine). And since he wrote about my sister & me in the book (he changed our names in the book for privacy, I suppose), because they were together during part of the story line, he told me he wanted to email me the book before it went to press to see what I thought about it. It was good. Made me laugh quite a bit & also made me cry at one point... because it made me think about how much I miss my sister. This particular night when I was crying, I was reading at the kitchen counter in the house by myself. Bob & Bryn weren't home... had gone for a snowcone. All of sudden I heard a loud crash on the floor on the other side of the counter. This pen & my iPod that were sitting on the counter were now on the floor over by the dishwasher... nowhere near where they had been sitting on the counter. And incidentally, neither was on the edge of the counter. There was no reason they should've fallen. And quite frankly they hit the floor with a crash so loud, it sounded as if they were thrown to floor. When I walked over & saw them laying there, I simply picked them up & said, "Hi Kaysy. I know that was you & I know you know that I'm reading this book. And I love you."
It was only the 2nd time in 10 years that I'd had that obvious of a sign from her, but there really was no other explanation for it.
So... believe what you want.
I happen to believe our loved ones are still with us. I hate that I can't see her & that she's not physically part of my life, but I know she's there & I know I'll see her again.
I know I'll see all my loved ones again...
