Maybe it’s just me and I force the dots to connect, thinking Joe is sending me signs when I need them. Or maybe, he knows exactly how to get my attention through music, and he really is “talking” to me from above. I choose to believe the latter.

Yesterday he made his presence known once again.

I was sitting in a car dealership with my sister, buying a new vehicle since I totaled mine. We were through the sales process, which was the easiest and best car buying experience I have ever had. We were sitting outside the finance manager’s office waiting for the paperwork to be prepared. The music was piped in throughout the dealership, but I honestly hadn’t heard it until that moment.

And this song was playing . . .

When Joe was laying in ICU for days on end, I had his music playing non-stop. This song was on the backyard playlist he had created for us. And for whatever reason, it seemed like whenever Nurse Keli came in the room this was playing. She finally said to me one day “he must really like this song”.

Fast forward to almost eight months later and this song is the one I hear yesterday at the dealership. The song has nothing to do with cars, nothing to do with making decisions. But Joe knew I’d hear it. And in some strange way I think he was telling me he sees me. He sees me doing all these things without him.

As hard as every new step on my own is, there was comfort in that song playing at that moment. I’m so grateful for that.