That’s a Big One

In my last post I mentioned feeling the presence of my parents even though they both moved off  to heaven years ago.  My Dad especially makes his presence known to me quite often.  It happens whenever I hear or say four simple little words, the words are  THAT’S A BIG ONE,  and these words pop up more often than you might think.

The words in themselves mean little to nothing, but there’s a reason why  they make me feel my dad is standing beside me, sharing in whatever I’m  experiencing  —   preparing  for a party,  taking  a walk in the park,  doing most anything.

The reason  is that when dad was in the nursing home suffering from alzheimer’s disease he stopped speaking  except for saying   THAT’S A BIG ONE.  He said those words all the time.  No one could understand why.  The words in themselves didn’t often make any sense in regard to what was happening.  Sure, sometimes I’d give dad a hug and he’s say “THAT’S A BIG ONE”.  That would make sense.  But other times a person would walk into the room, or the tv would be turned on, and his response was always the same,  THAT’S A BIG ONE.

We  just couldn’t figure it out, so we stopped trying , but now when I’m taking a huge block of cheese out of the fridge for a party and I say “THAT’S A BIG ONE” or when I’m taking a walk and I see a huge mushroom in the lawn and I think to myself   “THAT’S  A BIG ONE”, well, who do you suppose I think of?  You guessed it.  I think of my wonderful dad.  I have the distinct feeling he is standing beside me once more  joining into my fun.  You wouldn’t think heaven could get boring so that spirits would want to leave  for a while to visit family, but who knows?

What I do know is that with love all things are possible.  Love transcends time and space and miracles do happen. Those four little words are just one of the many miracles that grace my life.  I have lots more and I love sharing them with you.  Why?  You know.  Sharing doubles the joy.  I bet you have lots of miracles in your life too.

My dad did once say he would always love me and always be with me, but that’s another story which  I’ll share  with you another time.

Now I’m going to make ravioli from scratch.  My partner in pasta-making is another of my loves, my wonderful son Patrick whose middle name is Joseph, Joseph after my dad.  Coincidentally (not)  when God took my dad away he gave me Patrick in dad’s place… and on my birthday too.  Like I said, I’ve been blessed with  many miracles.  Maybe dad will be pop up joining Patrick and me in  pasta making.  You never know.  He pops up when I least expect him.

So till next time…

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