A local restaurant offers all-you-care to-eat fish dinners on Friday evening. We were meeting my sister and brother-in-love early and we arrived first, way before the place got busy.
“I love your necklace,” our waitress placing menus on our table. “What can I get you to drink?”
Slipping the charger off off my neck, I showed her that it is actually a narrow band of metal any pendant can be worn on. “This charger had belonged to the daughter of a friend of mine who has been in our grief journey group for years. It was given to me in gratitude for the support over those years after her daughter’s death.”
I went on to share with the waitress about the charm. (I wrote about the charm in Sacred Stories. See Charm.) The charm had been on my mother’s “grandma’s brag bracelet” and I found it in my clothes dryer 13 years to the day after my mom’s Celebration of Life.
The waitress said, “That gives me chills! My dad passed too young and I still miss him so much. My daughter was young. A couple of years after he passed my daughter asked me if he visits me. I told her he had not. My daughter said Grandpa visits her and they have such a good time.”
After we had dinner and had paid our checks and were preparing to leave, the waitress came over and gave me a hug.
My necklace is not impressive in a worldly sense.
She must have had a prompting from spirit to mention it at all. I am grateful she did and I am grateful I was willing to share my sacred story so she could share hers.
You have to love the Sacred Stories and how we are all changed when we see the truth of the Divine in our lives….
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