Nobody likes cemeteries for the right reasons. We’ve heard hundreds of tales of “something” happening and mourners misinterpreting it as a message from a recently lost family member. There are also heartwarming anecdotes from those who have crossed over, proving that paradise exists. But we can never completely accept it if it hasn’t occurred to us.
I’m not a big fan of visiting cemeteries. My mother died when I was 18 years old, and I only go there twice a year… even though I think about her every day.

I don’t go to her grave because I think she is in a location where she can fly anywhere, in another realm that is invisible to the naked eye. It doesn’t make logical to merely hang around at her burial site. If I’m at home, I feel she’s here with me if she’s not with another family member…. that’s my perspective. Her body is present, but her spirit is everlasting and unbound. She just had to let go of her decaying body, a vessel incapable of supporting the spirit (driver).

My mother frequently sends me clues in the form of unusual coincidences and dreams. I had a really nice dream a year ago that I vividly recall. It was unlike any previous dream, and I knew what she spoke to me came from her spirit, not simply my desire to see her. But for now, let’s stick to a narrative that simply makes you believe in signals provided by a departed loved one…”

We conducted a graveside service for my father today. He was buried close to my mother, overlooking a lovely pond surrounded by trees. My daughter asked me right after the funeral whether I’d seen the red cardinal fly by all of us, and although I had missed it since I was engrossed in my thoughts, I quickly recalled that the red cardinal is a message that our loved ones in spirit continue on forever.

As we drove home from the ceremony, I reflected on how my mother had been reunited with my father and was perhaps assisting him through this early stage of his spiritual journey. Soon after, I saw three license plates with the numbers 29 (my mother’s birthday), 39 (my mother’s birth year), and 59. (the year my parents were married). Coincidence? Maybe, but I don’t believe in coincidences… I believe in coincidences and signals.

And I have no question in my mind or heart that this was my mother’s way of informing me she is back with my father.” Sydnei Kaplan deserves credit for this incredible tale. You may monitor her progress on Facebook.