We Don’t Di – Happy 65th Birthday to Me!

When I was a young girl there was a weekly article published in our local newspaper called “Life Begins at 40!”  I believe 65 is the new 40 and I am certainly “beginning” my life anew.  When a huge portion of the population looks at 65 as a time to retire; I am approaching it at a time to get started!   I am supremely blessed to be celebrating my 65th birthday with my health, wisdom, and love in my life.  At 65, I have a new name, a new address, a new relationship, and am writing a book about my experiences and spiritual growth.  And, since “We don’t di,” I have all the time in the world!

If you missed by previous blogs about my “heavenly” birthday gifts that I received last year and the year before from Craig, my afterlife coach;  you can read the full blogs now or see the excerpts below: Mystical Motorcycles and Turtles and Koi Oh My!

“On August 6, 2108, I was celebrating my birthday at the cottage of some dear friends in Cross Creek on Lake Michigan.  The tiny hamlet was Harley Davidson Heaven.  Motorcycles were everywhere.  I found it very fitting that I should be in motorcycle mecca on my birthday, but I was astounded how Craig figured out how to actually wish me a happy birthday.  Walking through the storybook town, I noticed two Harley’s parked on the corner.  Not wanting to get lost, I looked up at the street sign where the motorcycles were parked.  The name of the street was the same as Craig’s unusual last name, and when I glanced down, I noticed that someone had carved the name “Craig” into the cement below the street sign.”

And from 2017…

“Craig then wished me a happy birthday and told me to watch for feathers as signs from him.  When I hung up from that life-altering bewildering, yet reassuring call; I decided that when I left for Venice in two days, on my birthday, I would shop for something to remind me of Craig as a present to myself.  I was going to look for some sort of small cloisonné or blown glass koi or turtle.

The very next day, after the reading, at my early birthday party, I was gifted with an intricate miniature koi fish.  It was beyond anything I had imagined.  The fin on the fish raised up and housed a delicate koi pendant with three shiny diamonds on a thin gold chain.   No one knew of my desire to purchase a koi memento. I told no one.  And no one knew of the koi pond.  Was this just a coincidence?  It might have been, had Craig not mentioned it through the medium when I had my next “conversation” with him.  He commented that I must really like the koi necklace he arranged for me to receive, because he could see that I was wearing it now and wore it every day.

Since I had my koi, the only thing on my shopping list now was a souvenir memory of Craig in the form of a turtle.  It had to be the perfect turtle like the ones in his backyard.  It had to be small to fit in my suitcase; it had to be inexpensive; and it had to be dark in color.  I scoured the countries of the Dalmatian Coast, the Greek Islands, and the Italian Riviera in search of that perfect turtle.  The last stop on our itinerary was the eternal city of Rome.  When we arrived, I was still not in possession of that perfect turtle. On our final walk back to the hotel to check out and leave, I consoled myself that I had my exquisite koi necklace and I didn’t really need a turtle after all.

About a block from the hotel I saw the oddest thing.  It was so peculiar that I took a picture of it.  A miniature toy motorcycle was perched on the curb.  No children in sight, no other toys; just this suspended blue Harley Davidson motorcycle.  It was just like Craig’s, that was still in the garage of his vacated home in California.  After capturing the photo, I looked up from the quiet street to hear a distinctive Nigerian man commenting that I looked just like he did.  That was how he complimented me on my deep dark Mediterranean suntan.  Abruptly, he stated that it was his daughter’s first birthday in Nigeria and since he could not be with her and give her his gift, he wanted me to have it. He extended his hand and in it was an exquisitely carved small mahogany turtle.  It was perfect.”

This year Craig has sent me the greatest gift of all, but you will have to stay tuned to hear about that.  What I am ecstatic about today is my new Medicare card.  Yippee!