My father died in ‘08, and this tossed me back into farming, part time. Several odd coincidences popped up in the next few years, most of which were small, but gave me pause for thought.
In early 2014, I noticed a baseball card
lying face down on the floor near a drawer where I’d stored them many years ago. It wasn’t in the way, and I’m a slob, so I didn’t bother picking it up.
It lay there for about two weeks when a friend suddenly and unexpectedly lost her Mom. I pondered calling her to tell her she’d be getting some odd messages. As I pondered, the baseball card on the floor came to my mind. I had thought that it might have some significance, since there was absolutely no reason for it to be where it was.
My father was not a sports fan, period. He was a hard working farmer and business man.
I searched my memory for what athlete could have had any significance to my father. I was at a loss, but then remembered he had given me a German Shepard puppy that I had named Spencer, after Spencer Haywood, an NBA player in the early 70’s. He was our primary farm dog for years. My Dad and I buried that dog when he died at the age of 15.
I nearly fainted when I picked Spencer Haywood’s card up from the floor. I didn’t even know I had a basketball card for him.
I called my friend and told her she’d be getting some messages.