Monday, January 4, 2016

Coyote Sighting

With Papa's passing, there was immense joy that he was free from confinement and pain, but sadness for the lives we are left to live without him.  But the very next day after he passed, I went out to run an errand in the night.  I ended up heading towards my parent's house.  That had been my home away from home the last two weeks, and I just automatically went that direction.  Suddenly on Foothill, I noticed cars slowing on the opposite side so I slowed too.  I knew I was coming towards construction, but luckily no cars were around me because all of a sudden, a coyote ran across the street. I braked and it stopped, just looking at me before it ran off.  My heart was beating wildly, I mean. . .I almost hit a coyote!

Turning down my parent's street just a minute away, the first thing I noticed was my dad's car wasn't in the driveway, so I knew they weren't home.  The next thing, Papa's light wasn't on.  And I sat in the driveway and cried.  On my way home, I called my brother to tell him but he didn't answer.  So, when I returned home Ernie listened, hugged me, and sent me upstairs to get some much needed sleep.  Minutes later, my brother called me back and asked what was up.  I recounted the story of almost hitting the coyote, but ultimately-just missing my Papa.  He stopped me and said I wasn't going to believe what he saw that morning.  It was a coyote, running in broad daylight about 10 am. down a busy street by our house.  I was surprised.  I haven't seen one by our house in years!  Now he and I had seen one on the same day after Papa died!  We would tease Papa about running wild and free when he was in heaven. Could it be some kind of sign?

I fell asleep pondering that.  The next day Nessa and I headed to my parent's to work on a project for school.  My mom has everything one would ever need for anything!  I was almost to their house when my cell phone rang.  Ernie told me I wasn't going to believe what he and Anjalene had just seen. . .a coyote running on the opposite side of our street!!!  I hadn't even told him that Alan had seen one the day before too!

Final God-incidence. . .Jonathan went to Science Camp the next day.  He had to return early for Papa's funeral, but he burst through the door holding his hand up for all us us to see his stamp.  He had randomly been assigned to sleep in the "Coyote Bunk."  Papa was showing up all around us.


So we did a little research about coyotes and their symbolism.
The coyote totem is strikingly paradoxical and is hard to categorize. It’s a teacher of hidden wisdom with a sense of humor, so the messages of the coyote spirit animal may paradoxically appear in the form of a joke or trickery. Don’t be tricked by the foolish appearances. The spirit of the coyote may remind you to not take things too seriously and bring more balance between wisdom and playfulness.

Other research suggests the coyote represents forging a new path, or way of doing things...

Definitely food for thought.  And then the day of Papa's funeral, as we pulled into the cemetery, one last sign waited.  It said Warning:  Beware of the coyotes.  
As usual, Papa had the last word.
 Our Family and Alan's will always think of you when we see or hear about a coyote.  Love forever.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Thanks for stopping by! I would love to hear what you have to say: ) May blessings abound always!!