The Cat

As I was sitting outside and journaling,
I could see my daughter running down
the garden path towards me.

She was beaming and her eyes were filled with delight.

“Mom! Mom! I just saw grandma.
I just saw grandma.”

She couldn’t wait to share the news.

“As I was coming home, a cat jumped out at me…
from the bushes. I was already a little bit scared…
as I was walking home alone… and the cat really startled me at first…”

Her words were quickly pouring out,
trying to tell the story as fast as possible.

“But then I looked at this beautiful grey cat and he started meowing. He looked up at me and meowed! Again and again! And I knew that it was grandma saying “Hi!”. I knew it was her! I could feel her.”

She sat down across from me
and her eyes filled with tears.

“Mom it was her!”

As she said these words, a beautiful cluster
of feathery flower seeds flew right by me.
As if to confirm her thoughts.

I got closer to my beautiful, intuitive daughter and wrapped my arms around her.

“I have no doubt about it”, I said.

Her shoulders were trembling.
Her joy and sadness dancing within her.

And all I could do was hug her.
Of course, it was her!
My mom is always communicating with us.
And I loved that my daughter had felt it.

Then she lifted her eyes and asked -
“Can we keep the cat?”

She was hopeful, but she already knew the answer.
So we just hugged until she felt ready to let go.

“I do hope the cat will visit us again.”
She said. “It was so beautiful!”

“Just like my mom.”
I thought.

In October it will be two years since
my mom passed away…
But grief never really disappears.

Like a gust of wind.
It comes and goes.
Sometimes staying for a day…
Sometimes just breezing by.

And in moments like these,
it’s nice to have a hug from a loved one.

Or I cat that brings you greetings
from the other side.

With love,
E.