Signs! I Can Win the Lotto Now!
It’s been three months since my father transitioned. His animal sign to me is a Red Robin. He’s shown me it quite often, just when I thought Robins had abandoned Waxahachie. He came through for me in a meditation for me last week. I gave him a hug and told him I loved him and asked how his crossing was and he only said one word to me, “Seven.” I said, what? What did you say? “Seven,” he answered and then disappeared. I thought maybe it was a day dream but my guides spoke to me afterward and I was flabbergasted at the whole thing! Seven, what the hell?
His anniversary was on June 6th, my granddaughter’s birthday on the 8th. Seven, I couldn’t think of anyone’s birthday, death day or anniversary on a seventh. All week I had been hearing on the sports radio stations about the NBA basketball championship may go to game seven. Not likely, but my dad was a really big NBA fan and had watched as many basketball playoffs as I have watched triple crown races for the past forty years. On Sunday the ninth, I was still thinking about it at my granddaughters birthday brunch. Seven, seven, seven, what was he talking about? Then it hit me, I must be getting slow in my old age, because he wasn’t talking about something that was important to him. He was talking about something that is important to me!!
I pull for the Cowboys and OU football, the Texas Rangers, but I’m really a fair weathered fan. I jump on the heap when they are winning, but if they are not, I rarely look at the scores. My Super bowl is the Kentucky Derby, Preakness, Belmont Stakes and Breeder’s Cup horse races. I thought no way!
Neither one of the horses I wanted to win won the Belmont the day before. Sir Winston won the race at longshot odds of 10 to 1. Basically the same odds I would find out what my dad was telling me. My memory isn’t that good, so I had to look it up. Lucky number “seven” at 10 to 1, Sir Winston won the Belmont. I got my dad’s message four days before the race. It blew my tiny cowboy mind! I’m not putting a dollar on a basketball game, but I hope the series goes to seven games, for my dad. Next up, OK Dad, I’m ready for those lotto numbers!!!
