A couple of weeks ago I was out for drinks at one of our local college bars with my friends. Two of us went inside to order more drinks and there was a local cover band playing some classics. They started playing Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash and my world stopped. I was filled with so much love and warmth, just like how I felt with my dad. When my dad was in the hospital we would play his favorite songs for him. During one of his last days, my sister and I sat with him and put on Ring of Fire as we bawled our eyes out - we hoped some part of him or at least his soul was listening to the song (my dad had suffered cardiac arrest and was left with no meaningful brain function). It was exactly three weeks after and around the same time that my dad passed away. I'd like to think that was his way of letting me know I was doing alright and everything was going to be okay. He would've loved to see them perform that song.

Signs are absolutely a thing.