I was never given to hard core faith or going to church since I was 12 and got confirmed. After that I started staying home on Sundays. Mom and Dad would toddle off every Sunday like clockwork to do their Christian duty at church.Dad sang in the choir and Mom was in every garden Club, or womens Circle that ever was. She was always willing to take a meal to a sick member or visit someone in the hospital. She was just plain good. Big heart my Mom had. Never made a person able to say a bad word about her ever. She got Cancer of the cervix several years ago. Hospice was her only option. As I would visit my Sisters home and talk with Mom I realized she was dying. Silly right? One day it just hit me. I was holding her hand as she lay in bed. looking up her ashen skin cool to the touch. Her bright hazel eyes had gone dim and grey. She held me hand and said to me "I've always loved hummingbirds.And when I am gone if I have a choice...I'll come back as one for a while." I stroked her hair back from her face and told her thank you for sharing that with me. I never knew you like Hummingbirds. I finished my visit soon after. She turned for the worse a few days later and she went to sleep and died a few days after that.
I loved my Mother.
I was born on September 9th 1957 at 9:09 a.m. Mom always liked that unique sequence of 9's and so did I .She would ALWAYS wish me a Happy Birthday on 9-9 at 9:09 a.m. my entire adult life. At home,work, on the road traveling it didn't matter. She'd call like clockwork and sing me Happy Birthday. Little things mean everything. She died on April 6th and was buried on the 9th. My 9. On that September 9th at about 8:55 I came from the bedroom into the living room of our home tears streaming down my face. I realized that Mom wouldn't be calling ever again. I cried in my wifes arms till my face hurt from the contortions of pain. As the minuets went by she kept reassuring me that Mom was watching down on me and that I would always be her baby boy.As I saw it turn into 9:09 on the cable box I began to sob uncontrollably. My wife held me and wept too. All of the sudden she screamed OH GOD! I said what through my wrenching pain. Look was all she could say. There in front of our living room window on September 9th at 9:09 a.m. was a Hummingbird. Not just a hummingbird,but the most beautiful Hummingbird I had ever seen in my life.It was bright green with a bright red chest. It floated in front of the window as if held on a string. Motionless she watched us through the window. As if from God himself my mouth opened and I screamed Mom. Shaking from head to toe and in hysterics I began to praise God and thank Jesus for sending my Mother to me one more time. I praised God and Jesus over and over again. I called to my mother and told her we were alright, and I loved her so much. I thanked her over and over again for loving me and being my mother. After floating in mid air for all my thanks to be given,she finally turned and flew straight up and away.
It was now 9:12 a.m. She hovered there for three minuets. It seemed like an hour. I was never so emotionally drained ever before in my life.
We went to a local church that Sunday. My wife Sherry and I now teach the 7th and 8th grade class for 5 years now. We are also the custodians there. And have found that there is more to this life of ours than we can see with our eyes.
There is a whole world we will only ever see with our hearts.
I have taken the name Prince of Peace on all knife forums as my way to bring some notice and thought to the one who opened my eyes when they were shut. And to his Father who had the keys to my heart and opened up a new world to me.
