A HEAVEN SENT GIFT FOR MOTHERS DAY

As the Mothers Day cards started to fill the shop shelves, I felt deeply saddened. It would be the first Mothers Day where I wouldn’t be buying flowers and a card for my mum.

Anyone who has lost a beloved mum will know how this feels. It hits hard!

But then the thought entered my head, “why shouldn’t I still buy something for mum?” After all, for the rest of my earthly incarnation, she will always be my mum, and her soul still lives on. I still feel connected to her and I still talk to her. Just because she is across the veil doesn’t mean I should stop gifting her things. She can still see, hear, sense and feel!

So I asked her, “Mum, what do you think of me buying you some flowers for Mothers Day?”

Her answer wasn’t what I expected. She would typically have said, “Don’t buy me anything,” which is why I never asked.

So when she told me that she thought it was a great idea, I was flabbergasted. She even gave me a picture of what she would like. I could see a pot with a few red roses in it.

The roses weren’t a surprise. When Mum transitioned on 1 December, she spent the rest of the month gifting us with pink and red roses, in every ingenious way she could find. So yes, the red roses made sense.

Then she explained the plan. This would be my gift to her, appeasing my sadness at not sharing Mothers Day with her. Then she would pass this gift on to my dad. She knew how much he was missing her, and with these roses she would be letting him know how much she loved him. It would be a win, win for all of us!

It sounded like a great idea. But I always need proof that it isn’t my mind making it up. So I stipulated that I wasn’t going to go looking for roses in a pot, mum was going to have to put it right under my nose. That way I would know our plan was real.

In the intervening weeks I forgot about our chat, and I forgot it was Mother’s day. I was battling a horrible illness, which kept me away from the shops.

On Friday, I ventured to Tesco to do a little shopping. It would be a quick in and out. As I went rushing in, something stopped me in my tracks; a pot containing some red roses. In fact, it was the only one of its kind, and it was identical to the one mum had shown me.

My promise to mum remembered, I grabbed the pot and put it in the shopping trolley, thanking mum profusely for actually carrying through with this plan. At least one of us remembered!

But the story doesn’t end there. I was to be left in no doubt at all that mum was behind this gift.

Later in the day, I decided to consult my card decks regarding mum’s part in this gift.

The first deck I selected to pull a card from was the Sacred Oracle Destiny deck (Denise Lin). What could mum tell me about this gift?

As I shuffled the cards, two cards fell out. They were “Blessings” and “Miracles.” Most ungraciously, I put the cards back in announcing that I only wanted one card. I shuffled the cards again, and this time “Miracles” fell out again, featuring a double rainbow. The fact this card had appeared twice was not lost on me. Mum was really shouting out from the heavens that this was a miracle, and indeed it was.

  “Thank you for confirming this as a miracle mum” I said out loud.

I also decided to pick a card from my Sacred Horse Oracle deck (Kathy Pike).

I asked mum to arrange for one of the rose cards (three in the pack) to be selected if she was indeed behind this gift. Shuffling the cards, one eventually moved sideways out the pack. “Pick me” it said, and indeed I did.

I literally cried when I saw the card. For this “Wild rose” card was also the card which had proven to me that mum was behind the five rose blooms which appeared in her garden, the week after she transitioned. I had asked her to pick this card as proof she was behind the garden roses, and she had.  And here it was again! Mum’s signature card!

It just seems truly miraculous to me that mum had picked the same two cards has she had when I asked her about the roses in the garden. It really is the very best proof that mum is behind the gift of these roses. How can I possibly doubt?

But there was more weird stuff to come.

As I went through my phone camera, deleting pictures of cards, when I reached the “Wild Roses” card my screen appeared to freeze. I kept going out of gallery mode and back in, but I couldn’t get beyond the Wild Roses photo. It wouldn’t let me access any other photo by scrolling or pressing the arrow and it wouldn't allow me to delete it. This one was definitely going to have to stay on my phone. “Ok mum, I get the message” I laughed.

 Finally, I knew that I needed to take some photos of these roses for this blog.

I took a few photos of them, but couldn’t believe the difference in colour. These roses are actually a dark red velvet, yet in some of the photos they appear a bright red, and in others they appear a vibrant pink. Maybe there is a tech reason for this, but it is final proof for me that these roses are heaven sent. Mum just loves pink and red roses! They are actually a much more vivid pink on my phone than shown below. The contrast is startling!

My heart smiles with joy when I think of how much happiness this gift and story will bring to my dad!

But mum wanted to gift me with some roses too. Today (Saturday), a friend messaged me from Glastonbury. She explained that she was drawn to a stall, with me in mind. From that stall she bought some rose seeds, with a beautiful, heartfelt message on them: “May the sweet beauty of the rose radiate through every cell, molecule, and atom of your being.” She had no idea of this rose saga going on with my mum.

I did check in with mum that she was behind the gift, and the card that fell out was entitled “Licorne Rose.” This card is very special to me, as it is a depiction of mum surrounding me with her beautiful rose essence, but that story is too long to go into. Just trust me when I say that mum couldn’t have picked a more appropriate card to prove to me that she had indeed played a part in the purchase of this gift for me.

Thank you Mum for your wonderful gifts. You have proven that love is eternal and never stops giving.

Happy Mothers Day to mums everywhere, whether you are over here or on the other side of the veil.