Coincidence or sign of the afterlife?

The other day, Hive account@acidyo asked to hear about coincidences people had experienced and at the time, I had nothing. Last night however I was writing about my sister leaving after a very short visit and something came to mind.

In April 2004, my mother passed away from a long battle with cancer. I had left Australia the previous year and was living in Finland. At around 4 am I got a call from my sister saying that our mother had died. I always knew that I would not see her again and we had already said our goodbyes many months earlier.

There was a movie scene moment that will forever be with me that after I went through the departure gates at the airport, my mother was waiting on the other side of a glass wall and we pressed our hands against the cold glass knowing it would be the last contact we would make. This was the final farewell but, we had already spent many hours talking over many things.

There was one night where she was too weak to get out of bed that I sat next to her and we talked all kinds of things. We didn't avoid the inevitable and we discussed a lot of what may be on the other side of the final point. At some point, the conversation lulled for a moment as I thought and said, 'If there is something there, if there is life after death, send me a sign'.

Being so early, I was asleep when the phone call came. It was a brief call, two minutes at the most. What more was there to be said at that time? I threw on a t-shirt and some track pants and headed out to the back door to have a cigarette.

The night was cold and the sky clear. The ground was still white with snow and reflected the faintest light even in the depth of darkness. I stood there and took a deep breath as my mind worked to come to terms with the news. It is strange how unemotional I was at the time, I actually don't think I ever was so emotional over it. I think it was because she and I had said our goodbyes earlier without the pressure of her final moments to push and force us.

I inhaled and exhaled a pull on the cigarette and then our past conversation returned to me. I smiled and softly said to the darkness, 'Well, where is my sign?' I looked up and immediately and directly overhead a bright shooting star shot out from the deep blue of the sky.

I didn't ask for a second. Coincidence or sign, it did not matter.

Taraz
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