Signs

I lost my dad quite some time ago, actually this past January marked 15 years. I'm always wanting a sign from him to make me feel like he's watching over me.

I knew as Jake got older he would start to ask questions about my dad. He would begin to want to put the pieces together - you know - Where's your daddy? How did he die? What does dead mean? - All questions a child is naturally going to ask as it relates to someone that would have been his grandpa.

Today the conversation went like this -

Jake: Are you daddy's hunny?

Me: Yes

Jake: Is daddy your hunny?

Me: Yes

Jake: Grams has two hunnys.

Me: (perplexed) She does?

Jake: Yes, Jim and grandpa.

Me: (completely caught off guard) Ohh... yes... well I guess you're right. She does have two hunnys, but grandpa is not here so Jim is her hunny.

Jake: Where is grandpa?

Me: (deep breath, eyes welling up) Ohhh... he's up in heaven with God.

Jake: Who's God?

Me: (bigger deep breath, tears almost spilling over, the words are echoing through the interior of the car) God watches over all of us... EVERYBODY...ALL OVER (opening my arms wide).

Jake: (excited) He watches me too?

Me: Yes, yes he does! He watches you too!

I am just approaching the left hand turn lane and there in the distance is a huge semi-truck blocking the opposite side of the road -



I cannot believe my eyes. Tears have now spilled over. I now have to change lanes and go toward the truck so I can pull up beside it to verify the words on the side of the truck read what I believe them to -



I love you too dad.