Signs or My Imagination

Last year, I took a plane ride in a late evening. I'm struck with a sense of urgency that makes me look up. I got this feeling that something was about to happen or that I was to be at attention. Hell, I had been messing with my seatbelt. There I see a family. An eerie chill overcomes me. The lady is shining and charismatic. However, he's unsettled, intense and broad. I have an even stronger feeling that he has a daughter that takes after him. The girl with them could easily be a close cousin or even a sister.

Why? Why do I get this sudden feeling that I know their daughter? Why did the feeling overcome me? I could barely see, yet they were only a few rows in front of me. The boy was a pain in the ass as it seemed. As I see later, the man is firey. She's understanding and accepting. There is something special about that family. I noticed that there is something in the way the girl carried herself that seemed remarkably uncanny. Later, the lady smiles at me; she noticed me. Nothing bad or immoral, but a simple gesture of kindness. She's magnetic and extremely loyal to him--always waiting for him. Something tells me we'll see each other again. Next time, I'll be more than a stranger. I look forward to seeing the lady again. Quite frankly, I wouldn't know her if I saw her again. My gut would tell me as it did the first time around. When you least expect it, it happens!

A birthday sticks out in front of my eyes........why was it that particular date? The person I see soon after is a widower. Everything looked fine: money, marriage, then she's dead. Is it a sign?

Walking to the mailbox, I think how on Earth can things be pulled together from our current situation. I think death.....I slip on mud and almost fall on my ass. Am I being told something?

Earlier before my slip, I arrive back home early on Sunday to make an evening Mass b/c I overslept that morning. Father speaks how a widow was married three times. Why of all Sundays did I miss Mass in the morning to make it back on a Sunday afternoon which is almost never done. Was I supposed to hear this?

My prayers to Kristos and Mater Dei not answered......why? He prefers obviously for me to keep those memories in my heart, why? Would it not be better to forget and pretend it was my crazy mind as opposed thinking about and putting myself in a position/in temptation of breaking commandments? Why?

She sat waiting there. Everything about her from the back rang bells. Her skin, hair, shoulders, the way she carried herself. I wanted to see her, yet I didnt at the same time. Her turn was up, and man she was in there with no hesitation. She was serious yet graceful in her little way. She was able to muster a smile. She was innocent yet not stupid. A parable has come to mind again, a sheep among wolves. Gentle as a dove but shrewd as a viper. Her smile brought back memories; her calmness and class was consoling. What a freaking sign! Soooooooo similar to my past. It hurt yet felt so good.

"God works in mysterious ways, " she says. It gets me thinking; maybe, I am at fault for all this delay. Is it a lost cause, or am I being delayed. Delay is so in my face that its not even funny. I couldn't count the number of ways.

Delayed...D tells me back in December that her man "has to take care of his issues before..." he gets with her. This explains the delay. Was I supposed to hear this and take heed?

I'm confused, and so are the ones reading this blog. I'm not taking a Sacrament head on, but I cant help but feel that not all is said and done.

Brother tells me that "everything is already written down; you cant change that." Wow I'm both scared and excited!