Just Can't

 Sometimes, I just can't believe, can't get it, that you, my beloved mother, my mom, has gone forever from this world. Never to be in the body I knew you as again. You're really gone.

Yesterday, 7/15/22, I asked--send me a sign. Send me a sign in the form of a priest. Let me know you're there--somewhere out there.

Update 8/3/22: After 19 days with no sign (well, unless I count the audiobook on NDEs that mentioned a priest a week later...) I was beginning to lose hope on this one. But today, as my husband and I made the biggest purchase yet for the remodeling of our mold-infested home that we bought 3 years ago, but have never been able to live in, was my sign! As we were starting to load the 77 boxes of flooring into our vehicles, of all places, a priest was crossing from the parking lot to come into Costco! Of all the places! Given the importance (and my days of nervousness leading up to this day) of this giant purchase, it was just the right time for my mother to let me know that she was there with us, celebrating! Thank you, Mom.