In the last entry I spoke about feeling Noah’s presence through his scent, well I believe he thought that was not enough to convince me so he sent me other signs, well actually it seemed he wanted to show off a little maybe ;)
While family and friends were in town we decided to go out to lunch at Peg Leg Pete’s on the beach. Having been only a couple of days since the event though it was hard for me to be out in public, the emotions were still raw and spilling out uncontrollably at times, but we wanted to get out of the house for a bit. It was nice to get out, I enjoyed the time spent. I got to tell the story of what happened in the delivery room, it was tragic yet magical at the same time so I like to relive it.
I also spoke about how I was currently writing Volume 2 of the One Shoe Diaries and I was planning on having it end with the birth of Noah, and start Volume 3 with the raising of Noah. I plan on writing it, only instead of the birth of Noah, I will tell the story of his passing on. And who knows what lies for Volume 3. But a problem I was having is that I always tell the stories in the books in conjunction with a shoe photo, but I had no photo with his story, so how was I going to incorporate it. I just have not felt like discovering lost shoes at this time.
Well as lunch proceeded, for some reason I looked up at a ledge high on the wall in front me and low and behold, it held a shoe on it! A small boy’s brown Croc!! I could not believe it. I was shocked and could just point. Everyone asked “What?”, “What is it?”. Finally I got it out, “A Shoe, there’s a damn shoe up there, just sitting there”. I borrowed Jason’s camera and got a shot. But I was not happy with it, so a few days later I came back and got the shot I wanted. And while taking the shot a server asked me what I was doing. “Taking a photo of that shoe” I replied. She proceeded to tell me that she had worked there for a while and never noticed that shoe up there. Strange, but does not surprise me, it was pretty well hidden, just waiting for someone to find it.
Now he questions come into my head. Am I crazy? Did Noah somehow put that there? Did another spirit who wanted to help me? Is it all coincidence? Thank God people have been around through these events to bear witness they happened. I was somewhere in between, not really sure of anything anymore. I wanted to believe, I wanted to take comfort in that maybe Noah is present, and he is just like me and likes to play jokes, and he knows I love to tell stories and is giving me some of the best stories I could ever tell. It didnt really matter at the time. It provided my mind with a distraction from my grief and it also gave me comfort in a way I cannot explain.
It doesn’t seem as if he that was enough though to thoroughly make me believe as he saved some of his best tricks for later…