I was scheduled to see him on the day he happened to die and so it was a bit of a shock that I've been processing over the past 24 hours. I have been thinking about him a lot. On my way home from work, I said his name out loud and asked him for a sign that he was ok. I don't know what I expected, but I was looking for something... a license plate...something. I turned on the radio and strangely enough, it was a classical music piano piece. (My alternative rock station had apparently converted to classical the day before). He had sung hymns for me 2 weeks ago and I thought maybe it would be a hymn, but it wasn't. If it was a sign, I thought, it wasn't a strong enough one for me to feel the connection. I don't listen to classical and I was confused, but the piece was calming and so I left it on.
Then I felt cold air and I could not seem to get the heater high enough. Still, I was thinking that would be silly to think that it was his presence. I thought about him the whole time I while I was listening to the piano music and I chided myself for expecting him to respond to my request for a sign. He's new to heaven, I told myself. He wouldn't even know how to send a sign. I'm just his social worker... if he is watching from heaven he would be looking after his family, not me. Then the song ended. The DJ said something along the lines of:
"We were just listening to Klavierstucke No. 2 in E-flat, D. 946 by Franz Schubert. Franz wrote that song when he was 31 about 6 months before he died. He never did make it to his 32nd birthday."