Yesterday morning my almost 4 year old grandson was helping me make a cake; doing all the typical things little guys do and asking a ton of questions a long the way. We all know at that age (or any age perhaps:) that the best part of making a cake is licking the beaters after the batter is finally poured in the cake pan. Once he was sitting at the counter with his treat, the conversation continued like so:
Me- " My mom use to give me the beaters to lick off too when I was a little girl."
Alec- thinking about this between licks, "Grandma did your ma-ma died?"
Me-"Yes she did Alec."
Alec- "How come?"
Me- "She was very sick and the Dr's couldn't make her better so she had to go to heaven. You see Alec, when the Dr's couldn't make her better, God said that he would take care of her in heaven and she would be all better there."
Alec- with a little pause and, a thoughtful look " Did you ma-ma beed better then?"
Me-"Yes, she wasn't sick anymore."
Alec-stopped his licking of the beaters and looking up at me with great concern and stated, "But now your ma-ma not coming here. "
Me-"No she isn't, but that is okay as someday when Grandma gets real old it will be my turn to go to heaven and she will be waiting to see me and I will be so happy to see her again!"
And with that, he finished his treat and off he went.:)
Later that afternoon I got an email from a dear childhood friend telling me that her mother had just passed away at the age of 98. I felt such sadness for her and her family as I tried to send words of comfort back to her. I thought to myself how timely my conversation had been with Alec just that very morning!
It wasn't until I got up from the computer that I noticed the date on the calendar, June 4th; the very day my mom passed away forty-five years ago...
I don't believe in coincidences as I know that with each incident comes a message to any who open their hearts and minds to hear it. I feel that the message was an affirmation that my mom is still with me, a part of me; and today I was able to share her spirit with not only my grandson, but with my dear friend.