Have you ever seen an orange moon? Hang out at my house and I bet the frequency increases. That’s my reality. Here’s how it all started.
The night before Cameron’s memorial, a few of us stood out by the pool. I had taken the dog out. My daughter wanted to “help”. My Mom joined, I think mostly to get out of the house for a minute. I don’t recall what we were talking about. However, I will never forget what my daughter said to change the subject. She was in awe as she pointed at the sky and said, “Mom, look at the moon. It’s orange. It’s Cameron’s special moon!”
I’m sure I’ve seen an orange moon before. At least I think I have? Although, standing there in that moment I was seeing one for the first time. It was beautiful. It’s possible her reason was the cause. Regardless, it was a sweet sentiment. We were a bit amazed she came up with it. She was only 4.
What began happening amazed me even more.
That orange moon started showing up regularly. My husband would tell you it was all random. However, for me it always coincided with key moments. A day I had hid in the bathroom to cry. After a conversation I had with Cameron about feeling so disconnected from him. Our first time having friends over to the house (friends now in our life because of his death). Really anytime I’m having a rough day, or anytime I’ve done something fun that would make him happy.
An orange moon is one of the ways Cameron is still communicating with me. It’s a way he likes to say hi. A way he reassures me that he’s still here and sends his love.
Some of my friends have witnessed these moons. On each of those occasions, they were magnificent displays of orange. Shortly after the most recent, I received a text message. She lived only 10 minutes away, and she told me the moon was not orange at her house. It was validation to her that they were special. Just for me.
My Mom holds this same theory. She is constantly looking for signs. When I comment on seeing an orange moon, she always responds the same, “I swear it is never orange here. I’ve never seen them like I have at your house.”
I’m sure someone can come up with a scientific reason. I’m not interested in hearing it, though. For me, it brings just a little bit of joy. A smile. A beautiful moment mixed with sadness and love. It’s as if we get to share just one more hug and blow each other a kiss. It’s what my grieving heart needs in those moments.
Do you get signs from heaven?
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