Don't worry about a thing

I was feeling particularly down one morning, missing my mom more than usual. I'd already cried in the that morning as I was about to make breakfast in our newly functional kitchen. I wanted so badly for my Mom to see how much progress my husband has made in reconstructing the home we bought and then found out it had deadly mold. Three years later, we are finally living it in and my mom is not here to experience it. 

As I drove to work, I just needed a sign, I needed SOMETHING from my mom. I turned on the radio and said to myself that whatever's playing will be a message from her. A harsh rock song was on, the singer saying someone was making her way to him. Twenty seconds and it was over. What the heck does that mean? Then the familiar guitar strum, then Bob Marley sings, "Don't worry about a thing, cause every little thing gonna be all right, singin' 'Don't worry about a thing, cause every little thing gonna be all right...this is my message to you-ou-u." 

I started crying, tears streaking my face. Thank you, thank you, thank you Mom, for comforting me and sending me this message. I repeated that song all the way to work.