Nov 11, 2021
I keep expecting to see him at the bottom of the stairs or trotting into my room to say hello with that big, beautiful face or stretched out on my dad’s bed in the morning.
The day he passed I swore I heard his collar jingle, like when he would lift his head and perk his ears at the sound of me coming, at the top of the stairs. This morning I’m convinced that I heard one of his heavy sighs right outside of my door. I actually turned my head to look, anticipating seeing him there saying, ‘No more work, Mom. Come play.’
I may just be imagining these things because I’m desperate for a “sign”...but I hope they were real...
