My grandpa left me a sign today. I messed with a bowl, before I left the house yesterday, that had random junk (shoelaces, a chain, a paper) and today I grabbed it to clean it out and use it as a coin dropping place. I picked it up and the first thing on top was a old faded photo, where the only real visible face was my grandpa’s smiling face. It was very nice and I did not see it there yesterday when I was poking around in it. I knew something slid out of the paper, but I didn’t see it and I didn’t see it on top. Today it was right on top, face up, ready to be seen.
Grandpa Bear


My brother and I called him Grandpa Bear. I think it may have been because he had these bear feet slippers. I would love to have a pair of those slippers again, with the claws that stuck out the front. Maybe it was even before he had those. Perhaps because he would crawl around on the floor and chase us and growl like a bear about to capture you.

My point is that I spent time with a friend yesterday and he gave me a bottle of wine, that just so happened to have two bears on it, even called Bear Boat.

Bearboat wine

Really? Come on now. He was the first person I thought of and then I saw the photo today.

This was confirmation of him supporting me in my decisions, my life, and his desire for me to know that the times I have seen things like this that he just wants to say hello. Wow. As I type this I felt something on my back left shoulder and my left ear started ringing a bit and the pressure changed in my head. Thank you for the support! I heard you. Time to go to sleep. No more signs please! I kind of freak out when I’m alone and it’s late. Keep it to the daytime for now, thanks!



“Comfy” Crystal

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