Joyanna Adams

Nobody's Opinion

The Cardinal

Nobody Flashes

My son went to see his friend today. For two years this good friend has been fighting prostrate cancer, and has hours to live. All the golf buddies got together to say their final goodbyes, at the hospice where he was living.

Eric was a young man, with two kids and a wife. They didn’t want to wake him since he was on his last sleep, my son said. …he might die tonight. He might die in a few days.

But there is nothing more to do, the cancer has spread all over his body. And I am glad my son got to at least say his goodbyes.

I remember this young man when he and my son played video games for hours after high school. My son would beat him every single time, and Eric would get SO mad. It was almost funny, but after the game, it was buds as usual.

Funny isn’t it, how you tend to stay in touch with your best friends from school. You go out into life, but those buddies from school…somehow they know you better than anyone, and accept you as you are.

My best friend from high school died from brain cancer when she was 47. I remember going into hospice to say my goodbyes and I told her, as she lay in bed, almost hairless, to send me a sign. She just smiled.

She died two days later.

And the strangest thing happened: She did. She DID send me a sign.

I was in a local flower shop the next day ordering a big red wreath to be sent to the funeral parlor. Shelly, my friend, was a big Cardinals baseball fan. Even when she moved out to L.A., she stayed true to the Cardinals.

While I was talking to the two ladies in the shop, a mother and her daughter, the daughter started screaming. A bird had flown in from the back door of the shop which was left open as it was a summer’s day. The bird flew all the way into the front of the shop, and then landed on the floor.

Sorry, but I kept telling the women that it was “Just a bird…it’s okay…it can’t hurt you.” And I went over and yes, you guessed it, it was a red cardinal. I put my hand on the floor and that bird, and you may not believe this, but that bird climbed onto the palm of my hand.

“Look! Isn’t he beautiful!” I slowly walked over to the register counter where the two ladies were standing, and showed them the cardinal. He just sat, so very still. We marveled at the fact that he just sat there in my hand, and then I said, “I’m going to take him back out the back door.”

When I got him outside, I went to the nearest tree and tried hard to get him to climb up on a branch. But that bird wouldn’t budge. And then it dawned on me: This was SHELLY…saying goodbye to me. It would be just her sense of humor. It would be just like her to NOT get off my hand. There I was, talking to this bird saying, “Shelly, I can’t take you home…mom’s in the car waiting for me…I mean, don’t you live around here?”

I know. You HAVE to know this is a true story because who would admit such a thing? Woman talks to bird.

Then I tried to put the little guy on the ground. It took a while but I finally got him to go onto the grass.

When I got back to the parking lot, where my mom was waiting for me in the car, I told her about it, and then stared worrying…Hey, maybe the bird had been shocked! What if a cat came and ate him sitting here on that ground!

I hurried back to the spot where I had left the bird, and the cardinal, was gone. And I was sad, because to me, it was Shelly and I truly would never see her again.

When I got to the funeral, to my surprise, my BIG red wreath was at the head of her casket. Her father had put it there.

I told my son this story in the hopes that he would know that spirits can come back as ‘signs’. The people who we love and who love us, sometimes actually do try to contact us in some way, to let us know they are still here. They STILL love us.

Nobody understand the universe really, and where our “souls” go when we die.

So many lives are cut short. And so, I think it’s only human nature to believe that the spirit lives on. Humanity has believed that since before the Egyptians. Indians believed in signs.

And I do too. Life after death? Why not? Energy goes somewhere right?

I just think, you have to believe in your own heart that the sign you are seeing, is really that. Impossible as it may seem.

Many people will think it was just a coincidence that a cardinal flew into a flower shop that day. I don’t.

I think it was Shelly saying goodbye, in a very happy way.

And I hope, that the good man Eric will send my son a ‘sign’,

I pray that my son remembers my story in his time of grief, and wants to live his life, and remember, his good friend and all the great times they had. And I bet, if you asked, there are thousands of people with stories just like this.

Right? Right.

God, is always there. You just have to look for him.

August 30, 2019 Posted by | Life, Uncategorized | | Leave a comment

   

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