Message recieved

Every so often my father sends me a message from beyond. In a strange sort of way, I find myself closer to him more and more lately. He died a 6 years ago and while we spoke often, my perspective was that we weren't as close as some other fathers and daughters are. My sister wasn't close to him either. In fact I think their relationship was pretty fractious at best.

Years ago my father had brought home an acorn. He had found it while out walking between buildings at work. I planted it and a small oak tree had begun to grow. I nurtured my small oak and had every intention of watching it grow and seeing it to maturity. In the process of cutting ties with a toxic person in my life, my tiny oak was lost. I've thought about it now and then, but never at any great length.

Yesterday my best friend and I traveled out of town to another city. While we were there we went to a few of their favorite haunts. One place we stopped was at a small corner of the lake. It was a rather quiet and intimate setting, where we parked and walked down to the water. There are several picnic tables with barbeque grills, a couple small bridges and plenty of trees. We sat under the trees talking while watching some guys fishing.

Sitting there under the oak trees, I looked down and seen two small acorns lying on the ground. They were close together and I picked them up, putting them in my pocket to bring home and plant. Doing so I thought of my Dad. Looking up to the sky as a breeze blew over me, I was glad I had sunglasses on as my eyes welled up. For all the oak trees there, these two acorns were the only ones I seen lying on the ground. I looked. I thought there should be more, there should have been more. There should have been a Hell of a Lot more and yet I seen none. Not one single acorn to be found. What are the odds?

I thought of my dad and the acorn he had brought home to me before. I thought of how the two acorns were symbolic of me and my sister. I silently thanked my Father for putting them there for me to find and making sure I would be there to pick them up to bring home.


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