Well he did come back to tell me that, again and again. Not in the sense that I had been wanting, but he has sent me signs over the past 5 years and I only recently realized what the message was.
This is the story of how I came to believe, and the signs I receive from Dad.
Maybe a couple of months after my Dad passed, I was told by an acquaintance with medium/psychic abilities, that my Dad would send me a sign with birds (they also mentioned music, that is another story) This was still very early on in my grief, I had been desperate for something, a sign, a dream, anything to connect to my Dad. But I was getting nothing.
I remember being frustrated because birds are everywhere, especially where I live as we are surrounded by bush and wildlife. I was thinking, well which bloody bird is it then? Which one is my ‘sign’.
I was driving along with my husband and saw some birds on the side of the road. Still feeling my frustration I said to my husband, ‘this bird will have to fly into the windscreen for me to know it’s my bird‘.
The next day I was standing in my kitchen looking out our window while doing dishes. I was having a moment, which at that time my ‘moments’ were every time I was alone, I would cry and think about my Dad.
All of a sudden I was snapped out of it by a magpie flying into the kitchen window and creating a big bang. It scared the shit out of me for a second. My initial scare was immediately followed by me wondering if that was my ‘sign’. It had only been the day before I’d said a bird would need to hit my windscreen. But the skeptic in me wondered if it was just a coincidence, because I’d said windscreen in my car, not a kitchen window.
What happened next felt like it was in slow motion. Three big hawks flew past my windscreen, at eye level and extremely close, one after the other, and the last one lightly BUMPED my windscreen but kept flying totally unaffected. It hit my bloody windscreen!
My niece was in the passenger seat and I looked over to her, her eyes were as wide as mine.
I knew then there was no mistaking that as my sign. And ever since then my Dad has always send me three birds, 3 swans, 3 eagles, 3 kookaburras, 3 owls…ALWAYS 3 and always in unmistakable ways. I have so many examples to share, and I no longer believe any of this is a coincidence.
“…Three Little Birds, sat by my doorstep, singing sweet songs, of melodies pure and true, saying this is my message to you… Don’t worry, about a thing, coz every little thing, is gonna be alright…”
I love you Dad, I see your signs and feel your presence, and I know you hear me too.