I was going to share this when I wrote up our Casita Thanksgiving trip and meal but I’m getting the nudge to just put it out there now–hopefully the person(s) who need to see it, will.
This year, so many of my friends are suffering the losses of people and pets and homes (due to catastrophic weather). There are a lot of blues going around.
We are still sorely missing our beloved Corgi. That funny little dog always slept between us on the king sized bed in the Casita –relegating us to the far walls. She snored, her tiny legs kicked us and she hogged the covers. She was perfect.
Heading out for Thanksgiving, I sent up a little prayer that she would be with us on this first outing without her. I asked her to give us sign–something that even my Hub (a staunch disbeliever in signs) couldn’t deny. Well, three hours into our drive to TableRock SP, we were passed by a red Camaro with vanity plates: Corgie 1. I yelled out; “Look it’s the sign I asked for!” The Hub smiled and said; ” Well I loved all my Camaros–anything is possible.” I knew it was her magic but he was not really convinced.
Well, three days later we were packing up to head home and one thing after another made us delay our exit. It was all good. We made it onto the road and about an hour in, My Hub exclaimed; “That HAS to be a sign.” And he pointed to a red Camaro with “Corgie 1” 1 plates!! Yes, against nearly impossible odds, we saw that car on the highway both coming and going.
So, my Holiday message to you is to believe. Our loved ones are never far. Love never dies.
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