Signs that the people we love never really go away, and signs that they watch over us always.
The first sign we got from you was when Aunt Mardie landed in Pittsburgh from Las Vegas, opened her suitcase, and found a penny smack dab in the middle of her suitcase, perfectly placed on top of her leather jacket.
I joked that I was VERY specific with you about what signs I would be looking for (paydays and M&Ms) but the truth is, I will gladly take them in any form.
We found pennies everywhere that week, in the strangest of places. Places we may just never have thought to look before losing you, but places where we needed to find them most.
Dad, you were always silently aware of my relationship and dynamic with mom toward the very end. I think the fact that you could relate, after losing your own mom, tore you apart. You talked often about how much you always missed her, and how you still talked to her, and how, when people asked how you and your three siblings were so calm and uninterested in fighting over property or money, "she could have left me a million dollars or one dollar; the day she died still hurt like hell."
You knew it was about to hurt like hell, and so I think you tuned in more than you may have before that. It was an unspoken support, and you never drew attention to it. I didn't even know you read this blog until Lirda and the Godfather told me you had called them over to the computer when I wrote one of my entries when the end was drawing near, and said "you have to see this one." Later, you would come out and tell me you read my latest entry and that it was well-written "as always." (I'm not recounting this to pat myself on the back...I just want you to know how much words like those meant, knowing you were an English major.)
Things I didn't think you even necessarily paid attention to one way or another were subtly pointed out to others. The most notable being when Mary Ann would scratch my back when she sat by mom's bedside and you told her "you should feel really special. She usually only lets her mom do that." The day or so after mom had passed, you and I sat outside on Aunt Linda's front porch. I asked you to scratch my back. I think it threw you off and maybe it broke your heart a little bit, but damn if you didn't give it your all.
I know you knew about the Paydays and M&Ms. I never even thought to have a similar discussion with you about what types of signs I'd like from you. So when Neal sent me a picture of a green M&M and a green mike and Ike (always your favorite candy, and green was your favorite color) in the middle of the living room floor that couldn't have possibly been there before, I knew it was you, telling us you were safe and next to mom.
As if I even needed confirmation of my suspicion, Aunt Mardie called both Neal and I a few weeks later and told us about how she spoke to one of her friends in Vegas who had met you and is "in-tune" with subject matter such as this, and she told her "a woman came to take him." Thinking she was referring to the neighbor who came to help him when he told her he wasn't feeling well, she said "that's right, his neighbor came to take him to the hospital but ended up calling an ambulance." She said "No, a woman came to take him home." When she first said the words, I automatically thought: Grandma. But then she told me she mentioned something about a soulmate, and how soulmates aren't always married, and that's when I realized...
It was the other woman whose death hurt you like hell. (I quietly noticed things too, dad. You never once fooled me.)
Never in a million years did I think 2 pieces of candy in the middle of the living room floor would give me such a sense of peace.