I've been so angry with Enzo. Not a "you died" kind of mad. A "where the hell are the signs you promised me" kind of mad. He did say more than once he would haunt, send signs, do something to contact this realm if he "ever dies." I had no idea the breadth of those words. So for months I've waited. For something. Anything. Nothing, and I mean nothing, ever showed. A specific song has played twice on the radio. That's it. That's it!?!?!? I began to question it all. The adoption never actually happened. I have no proof of his incredible presence in our family, the connection we built, cried through, laughed through, grew into. I have pictures. That's all. Scrolling through the internet, I came across a reminder. A single word. One word. Serendipity. The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way. Enzo talked so passionately about Serendipity. He loved the idea, the concept. He connected events, circ...
Sometimes it's crazy. Sometimes it's calm.