The Signs I Almost Missed
After Connor died, all I wanted was a sign.
Something—anything—to let me know he was still out there somewhere.
But nothing came.
Or at least… that’s what I thought.
For most of my life, I had been able to feel energy. Sense things. Pick up on what wasn’t being said. But when it came to Connor?
Nothing.
And that silence felt louder than anything.
I remember sitting with a group of women who had also lost loved ones. One by one, they shared how they could still feel them—still sense their presence.
When it got to me, I quietly said, “I don’t feel him.”
And underneath that one word was a thousand others:
Why them and not me?
Had I done something wrong?
Was I not worthy enough?
But here’s what I didn’t understand then:
The signs were there.
I just didn’t know how to see them.
Because sometimes the way we expect connection… isn’t the way it comes.
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In the full piece, I share the moments I almost dismissed—the ones that, looking back, feel anything but random. The subtle, strange, and sometimes undeniable ways Connor found to reach me… and how I nearly missed all of them.
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The Signs I Almost Missed
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