Posted by Danny
Does God send signs? I’m just not sure.
I told Lisa before she died that if it was at all possible to come back and visit, I expected her to make that happen. She told me she would not – she said she didn’t want to be stuck between here and there. When she went, she was diving in with both feet.
But I sure have had some peculiar things happen since February 2010.
In June of 2009, three months before Lisa was diagnosed, her father took our entire family on a trip to Yellowstone. About every three years he plans an incredible vacation where we laugh, grow closer and build significant memories.
In preparation for the trip, Lisa had t-shirts made up. On the front it said, “The Katsopolis Family Tour.” On the back, there was a list of places we’d been and the year we’d traveled. The last entry on the tee was: Hawaii, 2012.
That was Lisa’s way of encouraging her dad to keep the tradition going. These truly are special occasions for our family.
So in true family tradition, Pops, as all the children call him, planned an incredible ten-day stay on the big island of Hawai’i! We just got back.
On day 5, DJ received an email from a friend who said that her mother, who was a friend of Lisa’s, had a dream the night before. In the dream, Lisa appeared. As they were talking Lisa said, “Kathy, I just wish I could let Bruce know that the bird who has been following him is me.”
Interestingly enough, a bird had flown into our vacation home the same day that Kathy had the dream. The bird flew in a second time later in the week. And to top it off, as I stood on the lava rock in front of our house, a bird flew so close to my arm that I could feel a sharp breeze from his wing. It startled me. It almost felt like he touched me, but I didn’t see him until after he began flying away.
In no way do I believe that my wife has been reincarnated into a bird. And I have absolutely nothing that could make me say the dream and our three encounters with Hawaiian fowl were anything more than coincidence.
And yet, I found it comforting.
Maybe Lisa did turn rouge bird for a week. Or maybe it was nothing. Or maybe in some small way it is a sign, sent to me, to let me know she is OK and that she approved of our family’s time together.
In honor of our time, my mother-in-law sprung for Henna tattoos for the girls, and yes me. Mine is the bird.