I have no doubt Joe was with you. I’m sure he is every day- he just knew you needed him a little more that day. I have no doubt he watches over both you and Mira and sends you so much love.
I am SURE this happening was Joe <3 No doubt in my mind,…. I am glad you had such a wonderful experience of "sharing time" with him 🙂 I think this is his way of helping you through the hardest part of this loss, the beginning is always the hardest, he WAS there to help you, thank you as always for sharing this beautiful entry with us. Hugs to you and Mira <3 <3 <3
I love this story. Joe was there, looking out for you.
I have things like this happen since Mike passed three years ago. I feel it’s part of Gods grace to have real life connections to them. I call them Godwinks!
Amanda, I came across your blog a few months ago. My grandpa died from lymphoma but I was only 4 years old or so. Although I have never had to deal with a loved one as sick as Joe was I find myself checking for new blogs everyday. I have read ever blog you and Joe have wrote. You inspire me. I know this sounds crazy but you have saved my life. I have been struggling since the end of October. My fiancé and I worked together and we both got laid off..needless to say we ran through our savings in no time and we were unable to keep up with our rent/bills. I found work immediately but my fiancé did not. We couldn’t make it on one salary making 10$ an hour. Luckily we both are now employed but once you falls it’s no easy getting back up. Everything between being T-boned and having our rims stolen off our car while we are at work. We just moved from Fl about two years ago and there are very little resources for struggling families. We lost our home. We couldn’t keep up.The homesless shelter in our community charges 65 dollars per week per person to stay at the shelter. We are now living in our small Mazda 3. My daughters father passed away recently but his mother offered to take care of Cam while we work on getting a home and caught up on bills etc. I feel like giving up. I feel like a waste of human life. I feel like Joes life should have been spared and my life taken because of how amazing he is. Because of your story I now refuse to give up. I will not take my life because of you and Joe. His courage is incredible. He deserved the world. What kind of person would I be if I just give up my life while Joe fought so hard to keep his life? I am so sorry for the pain and suffering you will face for the rest of your life until you and Mira are reunited with Joe. But now because of your story I will put everything I can into living my life and raising my daughter to be #joestrong. I now believe that God has a purpose for my life. There is a reason why I fall asleep each night with a steering wheel on my lap. There is a reason I go to work each and everyday and clean up the best I can in the restroom so people don’t know I am homeless. I am so scared that we will never get out of this car and be the family we were. That I’ll never be able to cook a big dinner and sit at our table and eat as a family. I am scared that I will never amount to anything. I am here in Indiana and wake up every hour or so because our windows have froze of the inside because of our breath. One day I hope and pray that I will have a fraction of the happiness, courage, and the fight that Joe had. Thank you…
A friend of mine shared your blog with me. She thought we could be ‘blog’ friends bc my family too uses essential oils. I also see and experience plenty of spiritual signs. Keep up the inspiring work!
I know it was Joe messing with that thing while you were out! I have had similar happenings in my life after someone who was dear to me died.
While perusing the Washington Post this morning I came across this story that reminded me of Joe. Read also his obituary. There’s a link in the article.
As I sit here in the house I grew up in , my mother’s music box started playing. It had been broken for years. She’s been gone for three and a half years. I asked her before she passed if she would try to let me know she would still be around. I believe she does. I’m thankful.
My daughter keeps asking me to read your blog so sent me this link. She said that so much of what I am experiencing so too have you. My husband died two months ago. And, Things have been happening around here….things that cannot be explained. But, like you, I’ am not afraid but comforted in some strange way. I talk to Scott all of the time, sometimes out loud sometimes just in my head. I too believe that he is giving me signs. I”m sad, angry, scared, and eerily calm. what a rediculously crazy soup of emotions.