Little Signs

Many of you know that the four year anniversary of my mother's death was a couple of weeks ago. The days leading up to "the day" are an emotional roller coaster to say the least. This year has been no exception. Troy does an amazing job at trying to know when to step in and take over! Normally, we do something very Christmas-y and decorate and live in the moment with our family. However, this year I was in Chicago sans family. I went to visit my good friend Jenny for an extended weekend trip. It was a great choice for me!
Anyway, Friday morning found me standing in front of the church where Bren went to pre-K and where my good friend Karyn was guiding the children's choir for school Mass. I was unsure about how I felt. I have not yet confronted the feelings I have toward Him regarding my mother's passing. I felt a little uneasy walking in church on the day she was taken from me. Karyn and I had arranged to meet there before heading for hot chocolate/coffee at one of my favorite little places in Lincoln Square...I digress. I walked in for no other reason than it was freezing outside and I really was looking forward to seeing Karyn.
We had coffee and she talked me into coming back to church for the Blue Nativity program for the school. It was an amazing program! BUT the real moment for me was when the dozen or so performers sang a John Denver song! Those of you who knew my mom, know the obession she had with this man. A huge smile spread across my face and my heart leapt with joy! Was it just conincedence, or was someone trying to tell me that it's ok?! I'm not sure, but it turned out to be a pretty amazing day!