One a Sunday morning three weeks after my husband died, I was dressed early for church. I got an extra cup of coffee and went to sit on my favorite porch. It was another beautiful August morning in Carolina. The birds were singing and squirrels were playing. Usually the squirrels play up in the very old, tall and abundant trees. They are fascinating as they chase each other and jump from one tree to another.
But my eye went to a squirrel on the ground. It is very unusual to find a squirrel on the ground in our yard. This squirrel was a very light grey. Most of our squirrels are darker grey and some look almost black. So I watched this squirrel. He ran along the ground and jumped up on some lounge chairs in the yard. He then turned to face me, rose up on his hind legs, threw his front paws in the air and started to shake his booty. It was hilarious.
I watched with fascination. I had seen that action before. My husband had a curvature in his spine at the neck and the build of the squirrel mimicked his body. It was very interesting. After several shake, shake, shake, shakes, the squirrel looked up at me and bounded off of the lounge and went on the ground closer to the lake. He climb up a four by four that use to be a post for a swing. He stood up on the top of the post, faced me, rose up on his hind legs, threw his front paws in the air and started to shake his booty. Right, left, right, left, right, left. He was dancing for me.
I got up and went inside to tell my son-in-law that my husband was outside in the body of a squirrel and putting on a show for me. What a laugh that got out of him. So I went back outside to see if the squirrel was still there. When I got outside, the squirrel was coming closer to the house and headed up the hill to where there we some flower pots on the ground and a ladder leaning against the tree.
I said to myself, “if that squirrel climbs that ladder, I will know it is my husband showing out for me.” I watched in wonderment. The squirrel nosed around for a few minutes in the pots. Then he turned toward me and looked. The next thing I saw was the squirrel climbing to the top of this eight foot ladder, standing on the very top of it. He faced me, rose up on his hind legs, threw his front paws in the air and started to shake his booty. It was so funny. He looked so much like my husband personified as a squirrel.
Sure, I know what you are thinking now. I have really gone off the deep end. I have really become so out there that I am seeing things. But, I know what I saw. I also know that God has a sense of humor. I know that God is with me. I know that God wants me to be close to Him and to His world. He wants me to remember my husband and the fun moments we had. He does not want me to be sad. My husband is in a good place and I need to feel this in a positive light. So I do believe I saw my husband packaged in that light grey squirrel shaking his booty for me. And it was a super reminder of the laughs we shared in our 53 years of enjoying life. God is good.
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Cute story. I’m sorry for your loss, but so glad this little squirrel brought you some peace and happiness. 🙋🐦