Living and Loving
Sacred Stories
The small building out back had been her dad’s man cave. They called it willeyville.
Her dad had passed, but she still loved the ambiance in that space.
She writes:
“I am out in willeyville lighting the fire and getting it warm because my sister is coming over and we are going to do a family craft project. While lighting the fire I heard a noise behind me and turned around and the door was open. I had shut that door. Welcome Dad!”
Especially at this time of year, notice happenings that remind us our loved ones are still loving us and enjoying our enjoying our lives.
End-over-end ‘rattling’ came from the dryer. She assumed her husband had left a coin in his pocket.
She opened the door: the dryer held only one pair of athletic shorts and two tee-shirts. Nothing with buttons or zippers or snaps to make the noise. She fished the items around, but found no coin.
Then she spotted something shiny, wedged right in to the seam of the drum, where the part that turns meets the part that is stationary.
She reached in and picked up a small silver charm. She turned it over in her hand. It was engraved with her daughter’s name and date-of-birth.
There was no human explanation for how it got in the dryer, but she knew it was from the “grandma’s brag bracelet” worn by her mother.
Her mother’s Celebration of Life was 13 years ago to the day!