I think the gift that Andrea keeps giving the rest of us is you; the chance to know you and your thoughts and your work. This newsletter is the most delightful fortune cookie: Delicious on the outside and a message hidden within. I am thankful for both of you.
100% Megan js a gift to the universe! It takes my breath how they loved one another and the courage it takes to move through such loss. My uncle was diagnosed with Hodgkins lymphoma when he was 18 at his physical to go to Brown University and passed at 32 in 1984 He had a girl who left but he also had one that married him. In his short life he was a tenured professor consultant and more. All these years later my Aunt tad his widow is helping my son apply to Brown. The circle ⭕️ is profound because as we move through this my children’s father is dying of metastatic lung cancer and may not live to see him graduate. I’ve known their dad since I was 19 and when we were Megan’s age we were just having our first child, our daughter now a junior in college. I think of Megan as I prepare for this loss and it is unimaginable how young people face such sadness. Her resilience inspires me and when I think of life without him— and I read these posts— it gives me hope that me and the kids will forever be looking for signs and forever be in love. It doesn’t die, it changes shape and living along side of our grief, partnering with it and not fighting it is the best gift I feel I can give as an example to my kids so they can carry on to have their best lives. So Megan has helped so much in the reinventing this experience that truly I’m forever grateful.
My daughter passed away when she was only 22. We were incredibly close, and the ache of her absence feels sharpest during the holidays.
When she was little, I taught her that messages written on a steamed bathroom mirror could reappear later like magic. She adored the idea, and for years we left each other tiny I ❤️ yous, hearts, and stars hidden in the fog after every bath or shower. It became a quiet little language between us.
The first year after she passed, my friend invited me to her home on Day of the Dead, and together we made an ofrenda in my daughter’s honor. My daughter and I had lived in that very house eight years earlier. While we were setting it up, I told my friend about our mirror messages in the bathroom.
Without a second of doubt, my friend jumped up, ran to the bathroom, and steamed the mirror. As the fog spread across the glass, something slowly formed. A shape etched years ago, hidden deep in time, rose into view. There, in the mist, was a heart with wings. It was the last message my daughter had ever written on that mirror. Eight years had passed since then.
I had taken a photo of it all those years ago, right before I cleaned the mirror for the final time. Seeing it return now, carried forward by steam like a message that refused to fade, took my breath away.
Curious, overwhelmed, and holding that moment gently in my hands, I googled the heart with wings symbol. The first meaning that appeared was “ascension to heaven.”
My mother always said that when you have a child, a piece of your heart is transferred to theirs. And now a piece of my heart is in heaven. Out of every sign I could have ever hoped for, this one felt like love delivered in the same magic she once believed in.
It was the best sign a mother could get after losing a daughter.
this is one of the most staggering things I’ve ever read. wishing you a Thanksgiving lit by awareness, where you notice all the small signs reaching for you. Immense gratitude for sharing your daughter with us along with the boundless love between you <3
I’m in awe of you and the love you two shared. It inspires me every day to find the joy and share the love, leaving nothing on the table to be in question..
So glad to see the many ways Andrea is showing up is for you! This was a sign that I am ready to watch the movie - this weekend seems like the right time!
My 19 year old cat turned back into fluid love and light on Christmas Eve last year. I asked for her to send me a pink puff in an odd location. About a month ago, I stumbled upon one giant pink puff (her fave toy) at an estate sale I last minute chose to go to. I thought it could be happenstance. But then I went to the coffee shop and they had changed the chalk board art to have cats on it. All of the newly drawn chalk cats were solid color except for the white one… which happened to have a brown tail (just like my lil’ girl). Later that same night as I was watching a home design show, the designer was choosing between a number of shades of pink paint. She chose “Bella Pink”… the name of my cat which also corresponded to her pink ears, which I talked about constantly. Too many “coincidences” packed together to be denied. Love these signs, Meg. There’s more going on than what we understand and yet we have knowing in the way it lands in our bodies. It’s the coolest. 🙏🏻💖
As I read this article I kept thinking of my beautiful Tonkinese Taoh, who has just passed unexpected and tragically. I wanted a sign that he's okay, for him to know how much I grieve him and wish I could just go back to just a few days ago. I skimmed through the comments and my eyes found yours. Could this be.......
I’m really sorry to hear that. 🙏🏻 Cat love is so distinctly special. I was also so concerned that my girl was okay… I understand. I believe he knows your feelings. You two are inextricably linked by your shared love and the braided experiences of expressing life together. I also think if you were thinking of him and my comment stood out amongst all of them, it was certainly a wink for you. Ask him to send you a sign. Make it something specific and perhaps a bit unusual. Keep your heart open. Hold your expectations loosely. Don’t force it. You will know when you see/hear/feel him. May it bring you comfort and awe. I’m glad you said something. 💞
Well the universe must be working its woo woo magic for me too, because I just read Meg's post and clicked on the comments to find this tiny thread with you two. I lost my girl Juno a few weeks back--the second of my two fur babies to go within a year of each other and I am now living in cat-less home for the first time in 16 years and it's heartbreaking. I watched "Come See Me In the Good Light" (twice!) at home the day after I said goodbye to my girl and it was a such a balm for my soul. I am also navigating a huge life upheaval having come out two years ago at the ripe age of 60 and I'm dismantling a heterosexual marriage and trying to carve a new life for myself. I've been following Andrea and Meg's journey since Tig Notaro first mentioned the doc on the Handsome Podcast and I have been riveted by their work and their relationship, the beauty of which I feel so privileged to experience while I navigate my own uncertain path. I'm so open to the signs that the universe sends us or perhaps our own energy pulls in. And I'm so grateful to Meg for sharing her path through grief with her and Andrea's readers. I hope she finds as much comfort from writing so exquisitely about these signs from the other realm as we do from reading about them. Thanks for sharing your own stories. 💕
I’m glad you found us! I am also residing in a cat-less home (for me, it’s the first time in 44 years! I was raised by a cat! 🙏🏻😻😉). Such a different, less snuggly experience to settle into, for the time being. I’m sorry to hear of your losses. I’m sure you miss them both. Congratulations on being brave enough to step into your truth. May authentic expression and BEING be fuel for you in the touch and go of it all as you carve.
Andrea knows you inside and out, like no one else. They will know where to leave their messages for you in a way that will be unmistakable, and exactly how and when to execute the moment so that you have no chance of missing it. They know your distractions, have memorized your every move.
All of the noticing ♥️ That’s what poets do, right? They notice in a special poety kind of way? What a fun game Andrea is playing with you… all the invitations to notice 😍
I saw my dead daughter’s double standing at a ticket counter in an airport about 6 months after she died. I hope I didn’t scare her because I couldn’t stop staring at her. The hair, the body language, it was all Rachel. So yes, I think we get these signals all through our lives. Rejoice when it happens because I really believe they appear to remind us that life moves ever forward, and that we must carry on. Grief will eventually become a trusted companion; this takes much time. Sending love to you and everyone on this forum who lives with grief.
I had a very similar experience with my daughter’s double, it was about 2 weeks from her earthly departure.
It was in a grocery store, I didn’t want to freak her out by bursting into tears. Other people had similar experiences over a few weeks. Grateful for signs, love from above.
Wow, Marjorie, that’s incredible, and I had another similar experience in a grocery store, too. What is it about grocery stores? And like you, always grateful.
Weirdly, I co-authored a grief memoir after Rachel’s death—and one of the sections I wrote was of my first excursion to a grocery store 9 days after her death. It was like visiting a haunted house. I like the metaphor of Grand Central Station much better!
Thank you so very much. And yes, a love such as yours, one as deep and rich and warm and bursting with all the colors has a breath of its own. It will not be contained or suppressed. I am full of tears and inspiration. Thank you for sharing the signs. Here's one from me: Today I opened the box that arrived on my doorstep with a book I ordered: "Signs: The Secret Language of the Universe" by Laura Lynne Jackson. That might just be one for us both. I'm going to be watching your story on Apple TV on Thursday. >3
I hope / think it will be transformational for you as it was for me 🤍 Andrea, after their first appearance on We Can Do Hard Things, is the person who shifted my belief system to firmly trust in the universe no matter what it brings my way. That was so powerful + also transformed me in many ways, guiding me to make a v big life decision that I am so proud of myself for doing 2+ years later.
I saw your insta post yesterday + couldn’t wait to read more about it here; I can just imagine the feeling that washed over you in that elevator upon first glance at that distinctive silhouette - chills!!! Tbh I couldn’t wait for 11.14 to watch the doc but I have been putting it off now since. I’m not scared to be so moved by it, but maybe i’m waiting for my own sign as to when the proper time is to take it all in - it will be sooner than later.
Thank you for sharing your heart + all you do w us … wishing you a most peaceful Thanksgiving + many more signs to come your way. The more often you acknowledge + share them the greater their abundance grows + keeps strengthening the thread that connects all beings together 🙏🏼
We are so lucky to have you, Megan. You just suffered such a heartbreaking loss, no one would blame you if you wanted to just retreat into your private life with friends and family. But yet you continue to share Andrea's spirit with us, with your memories and your current experiences of their presence. Thank you doesn't seem nearly adequate. And I'm grateful to Andrea that they introduced me to you. Praying for comfort for you every day.
Today would have been my husband & my 47th anniversary. (We were blessed with 36 years.) He frequently sends hawks my way on important occasions. Yesterday afternoon I saw one fly from a tree in my backyard. Signs are everywhere if we learn to notice them.
I was a teenager working in a hardware store. I heard the door open and looked up and saw the back of the head of my grandfather who had died 20 years before. I don’t know how I knew, but there is nothing that will convince me that it wasn’t. I stood straight up with my mouth open for the longest time, and decided that i cannot deny this one.
You are a gift, just like your Andrea and I thank you for being here for me. I’ll explain. The way you both are able to talk about death with love, acceptance, humor, and grace inspires me to trust my gut and talk about my death to my family and friends. Sometimes they understand and sometimes they don’t. Your life together, Andrea’s death, and your life without her that you both have shared with us reminds me that I have a chance to let my family know how much I love them and how I want to be there for them forever. I have stage IV lung cancer and am on my third line of treatment. I’m clear headed about what that means, but your newsletters, your writing, the parts of Andrea’s life and death you’ve shared with us leave me just as clear headed about how beautiful my death can be for me and my darlings. I haven’t been able to cry since my diagnosis in 2023. My palliative care counselor said it is an important release
valve. So, I’m going to watch “Come See Me in the Good Light,” with you both by my side, so when the tears inevitably finally come, I won’t be alone. Thank you, Meg.
Liza, I imagine I am not just speaking for myself when I say that many of us in this community will be proud to be beside you as you cry, release, and continue your journey. You honor us with your sharing. Namaste.
You are so wonderful! You were so generous and elegant on the "You're Going to Die" podcast, even as the interviewer sobbed. I am now calling my little sister "allegedly" dead! (She died a year before Andrea of the same cancer. If only it had been able to break her so wide open.) YOU are such a wonderful gift to us all, and I adore Andrea's sense of humor, making you see her. xoxo
I saw a Mourning Dove on the telephone wire on my walk this morning and thought of you both. I said "Hi Andrea!" with my heart and thanked them for giving me the beautiful lesson of looking for the magic everywhere.
I am thankful that I am one of the audience members who you can see at the 90 minute mark in Come See Me in the Good Light! My partner found me in the audience when we watched the documentary on November 13, and you can only imagine the excitement and tears that came immediately afterwards.
I experienced what I believe is a sign from Andrea that happened last week. When I turned my car on to go to work last Thursday morning, I heard Andrea’s voice reading their poem Love Letter from the Afterlife. At first, I didn’t think much of it, but then noticed it was playing through the Substack app—which definitely had not been open on my phone….the last song I had listened to on my phone was on Spotify. After Andrea finished, the next thing that started playing was the episode of We Can Do Hard Things where Andrea had told everyone that their cancer was incurable…but it was playing on Spotify…I then thanked Andrea for giving me that gift…and cried tears of joy all the way to work…
I think it was the morning after Andrea died. I was sat in my writing loft and heard a bird song clearer and louder than I have ever heard. I peered out of the window and there was a goldfinch sat on top of the chimney stack, only about 15cm from me, oblivious to my presence. I can still see its beak opening and closing as it sung. It was so beautiful. They are such pretty birds, and usually very shy, so I’d never been nearly as close. I just thought - that’s Andrea. Reminding me how beautiful life is. It was like she was the bird, looking down on life and singing to it. Reminding me to do the same.
I live for these signs you've been sharing. "Life's too short Gibson" in particular and all of the various electrical displays. Please share your secrets to no-carb stuffing. That'll be yet another gift y'all provide to this weary world. ;)
P.S. Are there any mechanisms to order signed copies of your works or Andrea's at this point? No rush or anything, just wondering what is possible.
there are no more signed copies of Andrea's books unfortunately, but unsigned ones are available at www.andreagibson.com & come with a free special book mark. you can purchase my signed books through my website - www.meganfalley.com.
Thanks for the reply, Meg. I was shooting for a signed copy of Drive Here but your site says they're out of stock. Happy to wait until whenever and also even happier to purchase through whatever mechanism is easiest/most helpful to you. Thanks!
I think the gift that Andrea keeps giving the rest of us is you; the chance to know you and your thoughts and your work. This newsletter is the most delightful fortune cookie: Delicious on the outside and a message hidden within. I am thankful for both of you.
this is so so kind to say. thank you.
100% Megan js a gift to the universe! It takes my breath how they loved one another and the courage it takes to move through such loss. My uncle was diagnosed with Hodgkins lymphoma when he was 18 at his physical to go to Brown University and passed at 32 in 1984 He had a girl who left but he also had one that married him. In his short life he was a tenured professor consultant and more. All these years later my Aunt tad his widow is helping my son apply to Brown. The circle ⭕️ is profound because as we move through this my children’s father is dying of metastatic lung cancer and may not live to see him graduate. I’ve known their dad since I was 19 and when we were Megan’s age we were just having our first child, our daughter now a junior in college. I think of Megan as I prepare for this loss and it is unimaginable how young people face such sadness. Her resilience inspires me and when I think of life without him— and I read these posts— it gives me hope that me and the kids will forever be looking for signs and forever be in love. It doesn’t die, it changes shape and living along side of our grief, partnering with it and not fighting it is the best gift I feel I can give as an example to my kids so they can carry on to have their best lives. So Megan has helped so much in the reinventing this experience that truly I’m forever grateful.
My daughter passed away when she was only 22. We were incredibly close, and the ache of her absence feels sharpest during the holidays.
When she was little, I taught her that messages written on a steamed bathroom mirror could reappear later like magic. She adored the idea, and for years we left each other tiny I ❤️ yous, hearts, and stars hidden in the fog after every bath or shower. It became a quiet little language between us.
The first year after she passed, my friend invited me to her home on Day of the Dead, and together we made an ofrenda in my daughter’s honor. My daughter and I had lived in that very house eight years earlier. While we were setting it up, I told my friend about our mirror messages in the bathroom.
Without a second of doubt, my friend jumped up, ran to the bathroom, and steamed the mirror. As the fog spread across the glass, something slowly formed. A shape etched years ago, hidden deep in time, rose into view. There, in the mist, was a heart with wings. It was the last message my daughter had ever written on that mirror. Eight years had passed since then.
I had taken a photo of it all those years ago, right before I cleaned the mirror for the final time. Seeing it return now, carried forward by steam like a message that refused to fade, took my breath away.
Curious, overwhelmed, and holding that moment gently in my hands, I googled the heart with wings symbol. The first meaning that appeared was “ascension to heaven.”
My mother always said that when you have a child, a piece of your heart is transferred to theirs. And now a piece of my heart is in heaven. Out of every sign I could have ever hoped for, this one felt like love delivered in the same magic she once believed in.
It was the best sign a mother could get after losing a daughter.
this is one of the most staggering things I’ve ever read. wishing you a Thanksgiving lit by awareness, where you notice all the small signs reaching for you. Immense gratitude for sharing your daughter with us along with the boundless love between you <3
Photo of the heart from 2015 saved in my phone and then from that night it reappeared 8 years later.
Absolutely nailed it Jen!
100% agree! 👍🏼
I’m in awe of you and the love you two shared. It inspires me every day to find the joy and share the love, leaving nothing on the table to be in question..
I couldn't agree more.
Agree!!!!!!!!!!
So glad to see the many ways Andrea is showing up is for you! This was a sign that I am ready to watch the movie - this weekend seems like the right time!
Beautifully said and could not agree more. And I love your playful sentiment about the fortune cookie!
Beautifully expressed, Jen and couldn’t agree more ♥️
Yes! I have thought the same. Thank you Meg
My 19 year old cat turned back into fluid love and light on Christmas Eve last year. I asked for her to send me a pink puff in an odd location. About a month ago, I stumbled upon one giant pink puff (her fave toy) at an estate sale I last minute chose to go to. I thought it could be happenstance. But then I went to the coffee shop and they had changed the chalk board art to have cats on it. All of the newly drawn chalk cats were solid color except for the white one… which happened to have a brown tail (just like my lil’ girl). Later that same night as I was watching a home design show, the designer was choosing between a number of shades of pink paint. She chose “Bella Pink”… the name of my cat which also corresponded to her pink ears, which I talked about constantly. Too many “coincidences” packed together to be denied. Love these signs, Meg. There’s more going on than what we understand and yet we have knowing in the way it lands in our bodies. It’s the coolest. 🙏🏻💖
As I read this article I kept thinking of my beautiful Tonkinese Taoh, who has just passed unexpected and tragically. I wanted a sign that he's okay, for him to know how much I grieve him and wish I could just go back to just a few days ago. I skimmed through the comments and my eyes found yours. Could this be.......
I’m really sorry to hear that. 🙏🏻 Cat love is so distinctly special. I was also so concerned that my girl was okay… I understand. I believe he knows your feelings. You two are inextricably linked by your shared love and the braided experiences of expressing life together. I also think if you were thinking of him and my comment stood out amongst all of them, it was certainly a wink for you. Ask him to send you a sign. Make it something specific and perhaps a bit unusual. Keep your heart open. Hold your expectations loosely. Don’t force it. You will know when you see/hear/feel him. May it bring you comfort and awe. I’m glad you said something. 💞
Well the universe must be working its woo woo magic for me too, because I just read Meg's post and clicked on the comments to find this tiny thread with you two. I lost my girl Juno a few weeks back--the second of my two fur babies to go within a year of each other and I am now living in cat-less home for the first time in 16 years and it's heartbreaking. I watched "Come See Me In the Good Light" (twice!) at home the day after I said goodbye to my girl and it was a such a balm for my soul. I am also navigating a huge life upheaval having come out two years ago at the ripe age of 60 and I'm dismantling a heterosexual marriage and trying to carve a new life for myself. I've been following Andrea and Meg's journey since Tig Notaro first mentioned the doc on the Handsome Podcast and I have been riveted by their work and their relationship, the beauty of which I feel so privileged to experience while I navigate my own uncertain path. I'm so open to the signs that the universe sends us or perhaps our own energy pulls in. And I'm so grateful to Meg for sharing her path through grief with her and Andrea's readers. I hope she finds as much comfort from writing so exquisitely about these signs from the other realm as we do from reading about them. Thanks for sharing your own stories. 💕
I’m glad you found us! I am also residing in a cat-less home (for me, it’s the first time in 44 years! I was raised by a cat! 🙏🏻😻😉). Such a different, less snuggly experience to settle into, for the time being. I’m sorry to hear of your losses. I’m sure you miss them both. Congratulations on being brave enough to step into your truth. May authentic expression and BEING be fuel for you in the touch and go of it all as you carve.
This really spoke to my heart. Thanks so much for taking the time to reply. I'm going to try your suggestions.
Please please please keep showing us Andrea. I want to see them so badly. Xo, Nat
oh, I love this. I will. <3
I agree with Natalie!
Andrea knows you inside and out, like no one else. They will know where to leave their messages for you in a way that will be unmistakable, and exactly how and when to execute the moment so that you have no chance of missing it. They know your distractions, have memorized your every move.
this is so so comforting and lovely. thank you for saying it.
All of the noticing ♥️ That’s what poets do, right? They notice in a special poety kind of way? What a fun game Andrea is playing with you… all the invitations to notice 😍
I saw my dead daughter’s double standing at a ticket counter in an airport about 6 months after she died. I hope I didn’t scare her because I couldn’t stop staring at her. The hair, the body language, it was all Rachel. So yes, I think we get these signals all through our lives. Rejoice when it happens because I really believe they appear to remind us that life moves ever forward, and that we must carry on. Grief will eventually become a trusted companion; this takes much time. Sending love to you and everyone on this forum who lives with grief.
I had a very similar experience with my daughter’s double, it was about 2 weeks from her earthly departure.
It was in a grocery store, I didn’t want to freak her out by bursting into tears. Other people had similar experiences over a few weeks. Grateful for signs, love from above.
Wow, Marjorie, that’s incredible, and I had another similar experience in a grocery store, too. What is it about grocery stores? And like you, always grateful.
Who knew that grocery stores were earth's most popular transition place, a kind of multiple grand central station for souls living and departed??!!
Weirdly, I co-authored a grief memoir after Rachel’s death—and one of the sections I wrote was of my first excursion to a grocery store 9 days after her death. It was like visiting a haunted house. I like the metaphor of Grand Central Station much better!
Thank you so very much. And yes, a love such as yours, one as deep and rich and warm and bursting with all the colors has a breath of its own. It will not be contained or suppressed. I am full of tears and inspiration. Thank you for sharing the signs. Here's one from me: Today I opened the box that arrived on my doorstep with a book I ordered: "Signs: The Secret Language of the Universe" by Laura Lynne Jackson. That might just be one for us both. I'm going to be watching your story on Apple TV on Thursday. >3
someone just gifted me this book, too. I'm going to start reading it soon. book club!
I hope / think it will be transformational for you as it was for me 🤍 Andrea, after their first appearance on We Can Do Hard Things, is the person who shifted my belief system to firmly trust in the universe no matter what it brings my way. That was so powerful + also transformed me in many ways, guiding me to make a v big life decision that I am so proud of myself for doing 2+ years later.
I saw your insta post yesterday + couldn’t wait to read more about it here; I can just imagine the feeling that washed over you in that elevator upon first glance at that distinctive silhouette - chills!!! Tbh I couldn’t wait for 11.14 to watch the doc but I have been putting it off now since. I’m not scared to be so moved by it, but maybe i’m waiting for my own sign as to when the proper time is to take it all in - it will be sooner than later.
Thank you for sharing your heart + all you do w us … wishing you a most peaceful Thanksgiving + many more signs to come your way. The more often you acknowledge + share them the greater their abundance grows + keeps strengthening the thread that connects all beings together 🙏🏼
Book clubs rule! 💜
I just ordered it too! Thank you!
We are so lucky to have you, Megan. You just suffered such a heartbreaking loss, no one would blame you if you wanted to just retreat into your private life with friends and family. But yet you continue to share Andrea's spirit with us, with your memories and your current experiences of their presence. Thank you doesn't seem nearly adequate. And I'm grateful to Andrea that they introduced me to you. Praying for comfort for you every day.
Today would have been my husband & my 47th anniversary. (We were blessed with 36 years.) He frequently sends hawks my way on important occasions. Yesterday afternoon I saw one fly from a tree in my backyard. Signs are everywhere if we learn to notice them.
I was a teenager working in a hardware store. I heard the door open and looked up and saw the back of the head of my grandfather who had died 20 years before. I don’t know how I knew, but there is nothing that will convince me that it wasn’t. I stood straight up with my mouth open for the longest time, and decided that i cannot deny this one.
You are a gift, just like your Andrea and I thank you for being here for me. I’ll explain. The way you both are able to talk about death with love, acceptance, humor, and grace inspires me to trust my gut and talk about my death to my family and friends. Sometimes they understand and sometimes they don’t. Your life together, Andrea’s death, and your life without her that you both have shared with us reminds me that I have a chance to let my family know how much I love them and how I want to be there for them forever. I have stage IV lung cancer and am on my third line of treatment. I’m clear headed about what that means, but your newsletters, your writing, the parts of Andrea’s life and death you’ve shared with us leave me just as clear headed about how beautiful my death can be for me and my darlings. I haven’t been able to cry since my diagnosis in 2023. My palliative care counselor said it is an important release
valve. So, I’m going to watch “Come See Me in the Good Light,” with you both by my side, so when the tears inevitably finally come, I won’t be alone. Thank you, Meg.
Liza, I imagine I am not just speaking for myself when I say that many of us in this community will be proud to be beside you as you cry, release, and continue your journey. You honor us with your sharing. Namaste.
Holly, thank you so much. You are so kind!
You are so wonderful! You were so generous and elegant on the "You're Going to Die" podcast, even as the interviewer sobbed. I am now calling my little sister "allegedly" dead! (She died a year before Andrea of the same cancer. If only it had been able to break her so wide open.) YOU are such a wonderful gift to us all, and I adore Andrea's sense of humor, making you see her. xoxo
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
I saw a Mourning Dove on the telephone wire on my walk this morning and thought of you both. I said "Hi Andrea!" with my heart and thanked them for giving me the beautiful lesson of looking for the magic everywhere.
I am thankful that I am one of the audience members who you can see at the 90 minute mark in Come See Me in the Good Light! My partner found me in the audience when we watched the documentary on November 13, and you can only imagine the excitement and tears that came immediately afterwards.
I experienced what I believe is a sign from Andrea that happened last week. When I turned my car on to go to work last Thursday morning, I heard Andrea’s voice reading their poem Love Letter from the Afterlife. At first, I didn’t think much of it, but then noticed it was playing through the Substack app—which definitely had not been open on my phone….the last song I had listened to on my phone was on Spotify. After Andrea finished, the next thing that started playing was the episode of We Can Do Hard Things where Andrea had told everyone that their cancer was incurable…but it was playing on Spotify…I then thanked Andrea for giving me that gift…and cried tears of joy all the way to work…
I found myself too. :)
Omg I just saw this on Sunday and I thought “wow I hope the audience members they pan to know that they are featured!!”
I think it was the morning after Andrea died. I was sat in my writing loft and heard a bird song clearer and louder than I have ever heard. I peered out of the window and there was a goldfinch sat on top of the chimney stack, only about 15cm from me, oblivious to my presence. I can still see its beak opening and closing as it sung. It was so beautiful. They are such pretty birds, and usually very shy, so I’d never been nearly as close. I just thought - that’s Andrea. Reminding me how beautiful life is. It was like she was the bird, looking down on life and singing to it. Reminding me to do the same.
Meg,
I live for these signs you've been sharing. "Life's too short Gibson" in particular and all of the various electrical displays. Please share your secrets to no-carb stuffing. That'll be yet another gift y'all provide to this weary world. ;)
P.S. Are there any mechanisms to order signed copies of your works or Andrea's at this point? No rush or anything, just wondering what is possible.
there are no more signed copies of Andrea's books unfortunately, but unsigned ones are available at www.andreagibson.com & come with a free special book mark. you can purchase my signed books through my website - www.meganfalley.com.
thank you! <3
Thanks for the reply, Meg. I was shooting for a signed copy of Drive Here but your site says they're out of stock. Happy to wait until whenever and also even happier to purchase through whatever mechanism is easiest/most helpful to you. Thanks!