Late last week, my brother miraculously came across a piece of information in a box of stuff that we had somehow never come across before. He found a food ration card with the address of the house Mom lived in when she was evacuated to Beaumaris, Wales in 1939. I had really wanted to know which house she lived in, and with whom. I think Mom answered my plea by guiding my brother to find the food ration card in the box of old stuff. It's what I had wanted to know, and I think she wanted me to know too. I think she wants us to know her story.
That was pretty cool, so I told Dad, "Okay, Dad, I've heard from Mom. Now you're up!" But nothing seemed to come, so I nagged him about it as I drove to yoga class Saturday morning. (Yes, that was me, talking to myself in the car.) The teacher started class by telling us a story, which included a reference to an episode of the Bob Newhart show. Well, my Dad LOVED Bob Newhart. We had Bob Newhart comedy albums at our house long before he ever had his TV shows. So my ears perked up. In the episode in question, a woman went to Bob (a pyschiatrist) for therapy. Bob told her that he would solve her troubles in five minutes. The woman launched into a speech about her baggage and her troubles. Bob told her that he had two words that could solve ALL her problems. The two words were:
Well, if my father was going to send me a message, he would definitely do it in an amusing way so that he could giggle about it. If he could handpick a messenger, it would surely be Bob Newhart - because that's how I would know the message was from him! As for the message itself, "STOP IT!", I can totally see where that would come from. I worry too much. I fret. I mull. I perseverate. I overthink. And seriously, I need to STOP IT!
So, thanks Dad, for the advice. And thanks, Mom, for the information. I bet you're both feeling pretty pleased with yourselves right now.
Do you believe in signs? Have you gotten any? Do you think I'm nuts? It's okay - I might be!