Signs From the Afterlife From a Nonbeliever

About a week before my husband George died, I was in his hospice room with the hospice chaplain. I asked George if he could send me a sign that he was ok after he died. He replied that he didn’t believe in that stuff.

To my surprise, the chaplain told him he really should send a sign if he could.

( I didn’t think she would take a stand on the subject).

“Alright what kind of sign do you want?” George reluctantly replied.

“You decide, since you will be sending it.” I said.

“Ok, well, I guess I like robins and my birthday is coming up so I will send a robin on my birthday. But it might not be like you think.” he responded with a dismissive tone that let me know I should drop the subject.

I thought to myself, that’s pretty specific for someone who isn’t that interested in sending a sign.

George passed away on February 24.

March 6, his birthday, came and no robins were seen before evening. Then the doorbell rang and my sister dropped off a gift in honor of George’s birthday. It was a beautiful plaque that said ‘Love Never Dies’. The plaque also had a picture of a robin at the top. My sister knew nothing about George’s and my conversation about a robin.

A robin on his birthday, delivered in an unusual way. Promise fulfilled.

The day after we did see our first robin of the year. We now have a history of robins sitting on his memory bench, staring into the house at close range for long periods (half hour at one timing). I know this all can sound a little hokey. But it is also pretty cool. And lest you think George is boring with the repetitive robin sign, let me assure you that he has also come up with some other very creative and perfectly timed signs.