I’ve never been one to identify myself as religious but rather as spiritual. I’ve always believed in signs from the universe and of a higher power. Lately these signs have been coming at me full force but I haven’t known what to make of them.
Yesterday we learned that our beloved Rocco has cancer and is being given a timeline of 4 months to a year left with us. Maybe it’s denial or maybe it’s our extreme optimism but we are holding strong to the idea that our boy will somehow come out of this.
This morning Adrian and I were out for a run with Rocco and it started to sprinkle. Running in the rain has been a long time favorite of mine and Rocco- he’s the definition of a water dog. I can remember when he was only 8 weeks old, he loved swimming in the bathtub until he later graduated to the sea.
After the rain stopped the sky turned that beautiful grey blue with the sun peeking through the clouds. I wish I had my camera with me because it was stunning and almost felt magical. I think there was a reason I didn’t have a camera nearby. I was meant to see what was about to happen next. I said to Adrian, “Look, it almost looks like God is coming through the sky” (in a semi-kidding tone). Just at that moment we realized we were standing in front of a church and an air conditioning truck called “Popes” drove by. We both stared, reading the slogan, “making all your prayers come true”. I think we still have plenty of days ahead of us Rocc-man. 💙