HI! Thanks for the warm welcome.
I remember both of you, Sandy and Geoff. I'm glad to see you're still here.
Lots to say. But Ill start with the story of my adventure on Saturday Oct 25 2014.
My friend and I decided we needed an adventure. Both of us being stay at home moms; escape from routine is always appreciated.
We headed North West out of the city and came upon a little community with a campground (closed for the season) but beside it there was a picnic table right by the river. Perfect! We thought. And settled in with our cooler for a nice time enjoying nature and chatting about life.
Nope.
Not even 5 mins sitting down a pickup truck stopped on the one lane bridge about 50 feet away and proceeded to burn out his tires. For us? To impress or intimidate us? I couldn't tell. I was staring at him as he did this searching my brain for the reason...when beyond the bridge on the other side of the rocky riverbank a large rock rolled down to the water. It seemed like someone had stepped on the rock and loosened it into a roll....but no one was there. The rock had to weigh a few pounds at least, I saw it from 60-70 feet away. The truck screeched away.
My friend was not bothered by the events and never saw the rock roll. She asked if I wanted to go for a walk (it was a really beautiful spot). I did not. I was tense. I could still hear the loud truck up the road.
She asked if I wanted to go back to the car. YUP! I practically ran. In my head. GO GO GO. Threat level : very high.
We went. Found other awesome things ( a meadery! second hand store! nature walk!) Finally we drove past a little cemetery on a lonely country road. I love cemeteries (from a little kid I was drawn to them not scared; my family visited my deceased relatives a lot and I love the feeling of appreciation for life I get when I walk among lost loved ones - it really focuses my purpose and makes me reflect on life) and noticed it had a some benches. Wanna go see it? OK!
We walk through the gate and could hear the raven coming. He was cresting the hill, circling and making his way towards us. He cawed and circled (birds have a huge meaning in my life and like every other day they were in full force on our adventure...crows, hawks, ravens). I took a picture.
We looked at the names and the dates. Thinking about how their life was and how much they are loved and missed. One stuck out to us. Way in the front there was a headstone with large letters "FEAR". We looked at this one last. Mae Fear. She had a picture on her headstone. Spitting image of my dear mom who passed in 2005. I smiled. Time to go. We walked to the car got in, but didn't leave. We talked about things some more, then something caught my eye in the side view. On the bench in the cemetery behind us was a man sitting staring at me (there was no one but us there). I couldn't make out much detail. Too far away. No threats just watching from afar. I mentioned it to my friend but she couldn't see the bench from her seat.
Not too long after that we left and went home. That night at 11:44 my eyes shot open...HEY I never even looked at the pictures I took. The picture of the raven over the cemetery was taken at 4:11pm. Ha! of course...should have known. I start to think about everything that happened that day.....who was the rock roller on the river bank? Who was the man on the bench? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. DAD! The word screamed in my head.
My father passed away on Sept 7 2014 after a long 11 month stay in hospice and eventually a nursing home. He went into the hospital on October 25 2013. He never came home. I never clued in to the same date until last night.
Yup...one year later I had this adventure and he was watching out for me
