1,1,1,1,1,1,1,1,1,1…

Over the past few weeks I have had lots of emails from people who are grieving and dealing with the loss of a parent or a sibling, and in one case, a spouse.

I remembered this story and shared it with someone, and then thought it might be worth posting, too.

I have a good friend of over 20 years, who recently lost her mother. A few weeks after the funeral, her brother was driving home and “talking” to her mother in the way that we do – wondering “can you see me, can you hear me, are you still there…still with me…”

Now, the mother had had a stroke and for the last year of her life, she could only say a few things. When she was glad, it was, “1,1,1,1,1,1,1,.”

So, my friend’s brother was talking to the mother, and in his grief, he said, “Mom, I wish there was some way to know that you are happy…”

All of a sudden my friend’s beeper went off. She looked down at the number calling and it was:

1,1,1,1,1,1,1,1….