My dearest friend in the world died years ago, I found her
body. Her husband was gone on a fishing trip and I had
been trying to call her and she did not answer. I went to
check her and see if she was okay and I let myself into her
house and found her, she had been dead since the night
before. She died from natural causes, she was a juvenile
diabetic and she had many problems for years.
She and I had been like sisters for fifteen years, she was
a real estate broker and owned her own real estate agency.
She was also an appraiser and traveled all over our small
little part of the world appraising and listing houses. I
used to go with her when she was going places that were
remote and she was not familiar with.
My favorite flowers in the world are Black Eyed Susan's that
grow wild in the woods and fields. When she would go do an
appraisal or check on a listing, if she saw a field of
these flowers, she would always call me and say ROAD TRIP.
I knew she had found a field full of wild flowers and we
would take off for a look see.
After she died, I was inconsolable. I was just hysterical
and I could not understand how this could have happened and
what was I going to do without her. Her husband and my
husband are best friends and she and I were best friends.
A large part of my life died with her. We would talk on
the phone about 15 times a day and to this day, seven years
later, whenever the phone rings, for a few seconds, I think
it is her.
After my friend died, my son picked a bouquet of Black Eyed
Susan's for me and brought them in and put them in an old
jar. To this day, I will never forget how wonderful and
thoughtful that was for an eleven year old boy to do. I
kept them on the kitchen sink. They sat there for a long
time and I had not taken them out.
One morning, I was sitting at the breakfast room table and I started crying
and asking God to please help me and show me a sign to let
me know that she was okay. I got up to get another cup of
coffee and my eyes just went to that bouquet of flowers
that my son had picked for me days and days before. Right
in the center of that bouquet, there was one big, beautiful
flower that had not wilted in the least, it was still fresh
as the day it was picked, the rest of them were dried and
brittle. If you had touched them, the petals would have
fallen off. NOT THIS ONE CENTER FLOWER. This was my sign
from God and my friend, She let me know that she was okay.
I feel that she has visited me on more than one occasion.
One night I was going somewhere and I started smelling the
cologne that she loved to wear. The smell kept getting
stronger and stronger, I said out loud--"***, if you are
here with me, do something to let me know." At that exact
instant, my car radio quit. If anyone had seen me, they
would have thought I was insane. I was crying FOR HAPPY so
much, I could not see to drive the car. I had to pull over
and stop and get it out of my system.
I have a picture of the flower bouquet on this email. It
really does not show up just how dead, dry and brittle all
the other flowers were and how bright and fresh the center
flower was.
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