11/02/2026
Over the past week, since our father passed away, I’ve been receiving what feels like clear messages, signs, and symbols.
I wanted to capture them while they’re still alive in me to honour him, and to share them in case they help anyone else who is seeking reassurance from a loved one.
It began with the Leo Full Moon, a time of release, and also a time aligned with St Brigid, who represents sacred flame and sacred fire. Brigid is about transformation: the movement from matter into spirit, and the beginning that comes after an ending.
The Full Moon in Leo is also fire, creativity, the self, the heart. For me, it felt like a releasing of the self, and a transformation taking place.
This Full Moon fell on 2/2, a powerful number in numerology. The number two (which is my number also) speaks of the divine feminine, balance, and the maverick path. When I added the day, month, and year together (2026), it came to five-the number of freedom through self-discipline. My father lived a life of deep self-discipline, so this felt especially poignant.
After his passing, I went walking and asked for a sign that he was okay. I asked specifically for a robin. It was pouring rain, and it felt unlikely that one would appear.
Later, at my mum’s house, I went into a cupboard I rarely open, looking for something sweet. I lifted a few tins, and at the bottom I pulled one out. On the lid of that tin of shortbread was a robin.
When we were later discussing his ceremony, my sister was looking out the window saying, “Where’s the robin? At that moment, my mum brought out a cup of tea and a jug of milk for the celebrant. Inside the jug was a small robin, facing directly towards me.
Throughout the week of writing my father’s eulogy (as well as the RIP notice), written from our perspective, using my voice, my memories, I felt as though I was receiving constant downloads. Memories would arrive just when they were needed, helping me shape a message that felt complete, whole, and true to the man we called Dad.
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