I actually found the heart on March 23rd, but it’s taken me a little while to write my story.
3 months before, I suddenly lost my beloved best friend, my Mother, at only 56 years old to a very short journey with Cancer. I miss her terribly everyday.
As I was walking into the Marie Curie hospice in Solihull where my Mom recently passed away, where I go for my bereavement counselling, I happened to walk the long way, around some of the front garden. As I walked past, despite being in a rush and it being to the side, not infront of me, something caught my eye inside the bush, and for some reason instead of carrying on (assuming it was litter!) I walked backwards a few steps, curiously wondering what had caught my eye. To my surprise, there was a small quilted heart hanging from a branch, nestled inside the bush. It was a cold wintery wet day in England so I was surprised it had not been drenched. I still didn’t know what it was, and my instinct was that it was a decoration, however I still reached over to touch it! And saw it had a message that said ‘I need a home.’
I really don’t know what made me even get that close to it, as I thought it was left there for a reason – but turned out the reason, was me! I bought it home and it has sat on my desk ever since.
I really felt like it was a sign from the world that I am loved, and being cared for, by those somewhere out of sight.
Thank you.
