Chuck-Da-Finchi
When loved ones pass to the other side, do you believe you can still feel their presence from time to time? I do. I believe in angels, spirit guides and guardian angels. I’ve often heard people experience signs of their loved ones and I’ve been looking for them from my Dad. I experienced a few early on after his passing, but have been a bit disappointed I haven’t regularly see signs, letting me know he was near.
Over the last several months my Mom’s had a few unexpected issues and I’ve spent a lot of time at the house with her, always on the look-out for signs of my Dad. One day we were watching a movie during the late afternoon, when all of a sudden I heard a noise, like flapping and pecking. After searching for a bit, I realized it was high above my head, outside the lofted windows, near the vaulted ceiling within the family room. It was a bird that looked to be struggling or maybe noticing his reflection. We tried to will the bird away, hoping it wouldn’t injure itself.
At a closer glance, it was a beautiful yellow finch. My Dad loved birds; especially colorful ones, including yellow finches. Anytime he would spot one, would announce for us to look. The brightly colored yellow finch has been back several times; always making a racket at the vaulted window, seemingly to get our attention. It makes me wonder if my Dad was giving us a sign he was near. I like the thought of that anyhow, and the yellow finch has been named Chuck-da-finchi, after my Dad Charles….ha.
A few days ago, my sister, Mom and I were going to meet my brother and sister-in-law for dinner. While in route, the scent in the air was as if my Dad was in the car with us. I kept quiet about it for several minutes, but finally mentioned I could clearly smell his aftershave. No one else was able to pick up the scent, but I experienced it the entire way. It was like a familiar hug and a reminder he was near.
Also, during church this past week, while sitting in my Dad’s self-designated pew spot, as I looked out the window directly to my left, there were three or four varieties of blooming flowers, that weren’t there a year ago. My Dad’s love for beautiful flowers was deep and I knew he would be happy with the view from the seat he once occupied.
Some may say things I’ve described are coincidences, or nothing more than random occurrences, that have no connection to loved ones. I believe otherwise and feel him near. We need to take the time to notice our surroundings and little blessings of love that come into our lives. In the meantime, I’ll be on the look-out for Chuck-da-finchi. What will you be looking for? A hummingbird, butterfly, or perhaps even a shiny copper penny?
xoxox…..Sheryl