Music Box Chimes

It is another chapter of my life, since the passing of my grandmother. September 1st was her birthday and I didn't realize it until the 2nd. She would have been 97, but passed away last December. I've moved on with grieving and am in a more happier time of my life. A funny thing happened the morning of her birthday, which I didn't understand until now, it was a sign from my sweet Sarah Elizabeth. 

September 1st, about 12:30 a.m., I was up fidgeting about in my living room, I was home alone passing time until I had to go pick up Bruce, my husband. I was down stairs in the living room with all the lights off except a lamp, it was very quiet and still. 

Then for about 10 seconds I heard what sounded like music box chimes coming from a distant The kind of magical sound that comes from a little ballerina spinning on it's tipi toes. I was really confused at the time because I have one on a shelf upstairs, but there was no way I could of heard it; and someone would of had to wind it up. Chills went up my arms, and tickled me, I wasn't frightened but was more calm than anything.

A day passed, the moment was forgotten until yesterday when I was talking to a friend of mine who's birthday is on Oct 1st. I then realized I forgot her birthday. A little spark went off in my noggin, maybe the noise was a whisper from her. She loved music boxes and collected a ton of them for every season, displaying them on her cradenza insisting no one touched them except for her grand-daughter. I would wind them up for her, and we'd listen to the chimes twinkle away.

I feel special because maybe she smiled at me; a sign from her saying she is ok. A little woman with a big heart, she was my queen!