Tonight I was playing with my dog in the hallway. We were goofing off and all of a sudden I heard the sound of a coin drop, then spin... and I looked down on to the CARPET (it's thick carpet, too... so the sound I heard was obviously only used to get my attention)... to see that a penny had in fact fallen... out of "nowhere" quite literally. I picked it up and read the year: 1982. My heart smiled, I smiled... I know it's a gift from my Uncle Brian. He killed himself in May of 1982. See... yesterday was my birthday. I turned 28 years old. Today would have been my Uncle Brian's 54th birthday. He died when he was 28, from a self inflicted gun shot wound to the chest. It is such a long story, but as my uncle told me when he became a spirit: "I regret killing myself." He has fought hard for me to win my battles, constantly intervening with my many attempts to harm myself or end my life. I no longer attempt such things. I consider him my spirit protector. For years, I have been told how much I am like him. For years, I believed it. What nobody anticipated was that I would overcome my depression with flying colors. Who would have guessed that the very medication meant to heal me would harm me most? I am grateful for every damn day I have. I almost died from antidepressants. I'm a lucky lady to have such a strong intuition and the guidance of my angels and spirit guides to get me through. Thank you for my lucky penny, Uncle Brian. As always, you amaze me with your thoughtfulness. :) I will treasure this penny always... as I have always treasured your love for me. I feel you hugging me as I blog this. Happy Birthday to you, too. :)
