This weekend, I had the daunting task of cleaning out my father's personal effects from his home in Cape Cod. Dad passed away seven months ago, but we only just sold his house. One of my father's prized possessions was a bronze sculpture of a wolf. But I had never noticed before how many other wolves were among his things. Several figurines, a blanket with a wolf on it, paintings of wolves, etc. As my sister, my brother-in-law and I were putting things in boxes, it became the running "bit" of the day..."Found another wolf!"
After a very long day, we went out for dinner at a local restaurant. As we were pulling out of the parking on Rt. 28 (a major road up there,) we looked up and saw a WOLF standing in the middle of the road looking at us. Yes, it was definitely a wolf. Not a German Shepard, not a coyote. A wolf! I have spent time on the Cape my entire life, and I had never seen a wolf before. Coincidence? I don't think so.
I don’t think the wolf on the side of the road was coincidence either. My mom passed away last November and I experienced some odd things like that. One is quite poignant.
ReplyDeleteWhile Mom was in her last days, I was at her home with her. One day I went out for a cigarette (I’ve since quit) and noticed a big pink rose peeking up above the wooden fence in the back. It was huge, about the size of a softball. It was also beautiful; among the most beautiful roses I’d ever seen.
For four or so days I admired that rose every time I was in the small, green, cozy back yard. Mom passed away a little after 11:00pm on a Monday night. When I got up the next morning and went out back with my coffee and a cigarette, I looked up to “say” good morning to my rose. It was gone. Only the stem on which it spent its short life consoling me was left. It was disconcerting, and I thought long and hard about that rose, trying to figure out what it all meant. I never did figure it out, but I’m sure Mom had some hand in it.
Like your father’s wolf, my mother’s rose was no coincidence; I’m convinced of it.
Cj