By Kim Hutchinson
This was my first Christmas without Dad, and I was feeling rather blue.
Because of my lack of enthusiasm, we chose to limit our decorating to the main level of the house. Despite sadness, it gave me pleasure to display the charming painted wooden Christmas ornaments and Santas that my father had carved.
After we finished decorating upstairs, I went downstairs to do laundry. Suddenly, a flash of yellow caught my eye. Much to my surprise, I saw one of Dad’s carved ornaments – a little yellow fishing boat with Dad’s name written on the bottom – hanging on the handle of our wood stove, near the bed that Dad slept in when he stayed with us.
I assumed that Steve had brought the wee ornament downstairs but, when I asked him, he said he thought I had put it there.
We were both momentarily confused. There were no other decorations downstairs, and no one else had been in our basement in over a year.
Suddenly, I knew the answer. It was a sign from Dad! He had come to visit us in spirit form, to let us know that he was alive and well.
He chose an ornament that he had carved, and which had his name written on it, to ensure that we knew he had been there. The message could not have been clearer.
This amazing realization filled me with profound joy.
I excitedly shared the news with my mother and, as we chatted on the phone, two separate strands of Christmas lights suddenly lit up her living room. Dad was giving us another sign!
I share this with you to give you hope and comfort. Our departed loved ones are never really gone, and they never stop loving us. When our time comes to leave this plane, they will be there to welcome us back Home.