11/17/2025
💔 November 11th held a deeply personal meaning for my husband, Brad. It is not just Remembrance Day, it is a day tied to his own journey and the legacy of his father, a proud fighter pilot. Brad himself had served in Germany, carrying on a sense of duty and honour that ran in his family, and the memories of both service and sacrifice were never far from his mind.
That afternoon, Brad was in his office, surrounded by reminders of the ones he loved and lost, pictures of his father on the wall, a symbol of bravery and guidance, and the familiar toys of our loyal dog, Carter, scattered nearby. The weight of loss pressed on him as he quietly remembered the laughter, the lessons, the presence of those who had shaped his life. Tears fell freely.
And then, something extraordinary happened.
As he turned to look at his father’s pictures, a soft, clear voice seemed to call out, “Look up.”
He did, and to his amazement, for the very first time, he saw it—a heart on the ceiling. It had not been there before. Simple, glowing, and impossible to ignore, as though it had appeared just for him, a message from above. In that moment, Brad felt it, the love of his father, the devotion of Carter, surrounding him with warmth and reassurance. It was a powerful reminder that the ones we love are never truly gone. They are always near, watching, guiding, and sending signs of comfort exactly when we need them.
On that November 11th, Brad experienced a connection that transcended grief and time, a reminder that spirit is always close. For anyone who is grieving, hold onto hope. Look for the signs, sometimes they are small, sometimes they take your breath away, but love never dies, and those who have gone before us are always near. 💖
Jay Lane
