Someone once asked...

“Is it just me, or do you also look for "signs" after losing someone? Ever since I lost my mum, I’ve found myself suspiciously staring at butterflies, random birds, or feathers on the ground whenever they show up at a weirdly meaningful moment. The other day a tiny bird just sat near me for five minutes, and I actually found myself whispering, "Mum, is that you?" I know how crazy it sounds. But if talking to a butterfly gets you through the afternoon, honestly, who cares? What’s your "mum thing" (or parent thing)? A rainbow, a dragonfly, a stray coin, or something totally random? Have you ever had one of those moments where you just paused and felt them there?”

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Someone answered with kindness...

I have genuinely no idea what you're saying buddy

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Wandering voices — answers no one has read yet

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Another soul answered...

Well, my parents are not gone yet, but I get what you're saying.