The Miracle of the Shamrock Confetti

A dear friend and spiritual teacher sent me a story of an experience that happened to her the other day and I felt it would be uplifting for so many to hear about our loved ones communicating with us afterlife. Enjoy!

From Susan Cord:
Since most of you know I’m a little more of an Airy Fairy than the average Human; I feel comfortable sharing this tidbit:

My good friend Patti Clark left this world on July 27, 2004 after 8 years of her cancer journey. Patti was the director of a preschool (2years thru K) and LOVED her job and all things Kid Related—including Harry Potter. One of her last gifts to me was the entire Harry Potter Collection in hardback—what a treasure; and, yes, I’ve read them all. No matter how crummy Patti was feeling we would HAVE to go to see each Harry Potter movie as it came out—she just missed the last one. So in her honor, I was going to see the final one that is out now and maybe get an Irish Coffee somewhere and toast her afterward.

I had been unsuccessful finding anyone who wants to go—even with bribes—so I was going to head out tomorrow and see it myself and was dragging my feet at the thought. Then, this morning I was straightening my stationery drawer and dropped the box that holds my little stickers (lady bugs, hearts, blah, blah) and, of course, it turned upside down and the top fell off. None of the things fell out EXCEPT the green foil shamrock confetti that Patti gave me years ago—I ended up with tiny shamrocks all over the carpet under my desk. She used to put the shamrocks in every card she sent to me so I’d have Virgo Fun picking up all the little pieces—Very Irish sense of humor, Miss Patti! When I saw them scattered under my feet, I burst out laughing and said, “OK, I’m going to take this as a sign that I don’t have to see the damn movie until it comes out on DVD or something!” So instead, I’m having lunch with my Best Friends Penny and Fru tomorrow and will have Irish Coffee over ice and a giant piece of Patti’s favorite cake. THE END.