I’ll try to keep this short, but I’m not always successful at that. My husband took his life in July last year. Every day is a struggle to survive. My brother tries to take me somewhere on his Harley every weekend, even if it’s just a ride around the block. A few weeks ago we were going to Boone’s Cave but had a flat and were unable to make the trip. Yesterday, April 5, we were riding and ended up at Boone’s Cave. I always ask for signs from Bradley and I search. Yesterday I was talking to Bradley, as I do when we we are riding because no one can see my tears and it’s personal. I told him I was looking for signs from him and that if he was there it would have to be obvious. We pulled in the parking lot and I saw a disc golf basket, and smiled because he played professionally. I thought that was it. My brother and I walked a trail and returned to the parking lot to leave. I saw the heart hanging from a tree limb and walked over to see what it was. It was a clear message! I cry every time I look at it. I’ve been in a very dark place and it was such a blessing of hope to find this.
