So...he said he was going in the garden for a cigarette and would have one with my brother to commune with him ...
Unlike him ( he frequently goes off on tangents and side stories) I'll try and stick to the most relevant details. When he first came back in he said my brother said I ( me) needs his help with something. Nothing I can think of. And there was a significance to something blue...a toy or game ...something blue. No...nope...no associations in my recall. He supported Everton I guess but not in any dominant or defining way.
He was insistent on this blue thing. But then he did something that made me sit up and take notice. He said he just felt something in his back and started rolling his shoulders. I didn't comment and when I told him ten minutes later he'd said something relevant he needed me to spell it out as he'd already forgotten it. My brother died of bone cancer which manifested as months of misdiagnosed back pain.
Then the intriguing thing happened. He came back in to the living room again asking if I'd seen his second, work, phone and was fretting and agitated wondering if he'd left it in a taxi. We searched down the back of the sofa and round the table, the only places he'd been sitting. Nothing. Obvious thing ..ring it. He did. And we heard it ring. And ring. And ring.
The next 15 to 20 minutes were spent in an insane game of trying to locate where it was coming from. It was never nearby but which ever direction you moved it it seemed further away. It was ridiculous and the longer it went on it seemed impossible not to think, amusedly , this was some kind of puzzle or demonstration from the deceased.
Eventually I went methodically from one side of the room to the other and finally heard the volume of the ring get clearer when my ear was near the back surface of the couch. . it's in the sofa somewhere! Of course it was down behind the seat cushions near where he'd been sitting... but so far down in the crease it had been impossible to find it the first few times of searching. Nothing supernatural but...the idea we were being lead there by the departed was already in the air so we retrieved any small past piece of fluff and crap trapped in those gaps in case we were going to find something relevant .. only thing that looked meaningful to me was a small piece of newspaper with my sister's work number hand written on it.
And a small blue strip of plasticy paper advertising Cancer research. Apt to his illness but otherwise inconsequential to me ....but he immediately emphasized the fact it was blue. A few minutes later he asked me what that blue thing was and where I put it....I said I'd put it all in the bin. No, it maybe important...he went and retrieved it from the kitchen bin.
"It's actually a pen" he discovered when he brought it back. Weird...so it was ..despite appearing to be a flat piece of paper.
And then a lightbulb went off in my head. I didn't tell him but went searching for a written record of what just hit me , while he went back in the garden to get answers from my brother ( yes I know!)
He returned implying he'd gotten a lot ...I'll tell you now he's yet to actually convey what that was other than brother was saying all the information needed will become apparent soon, and he himself was confident more will come to him in the night. We shall see.
Then I told him what I was looking for and had found.
What it was is intriguing, entertaining to me but I'm not excited by it as yet ...he however was over the moon about the connection. , the sense he was meant to be here etc, and like it was an answer to his prayers after months of nothing of this kind happening. You could see he was sincerely emotional like a priest whose faith was waning and just had it reaffirmed.
On 17 August 2020 I reported to one of my remaining brothers s phone call id received from the eldest brother ....