Day 570: November 10th, 2020
This morning I was talking to a friend of ours who is also a bereaved mom. While we were on the phone, we both heard what sounded like a clinking sound from our kitchen. She commented that she heard it as well, so I went in to see what it was. As I stood there, nothing looked out of sorts so I went back to the table where I was and sat down. We started talking about our boys and this time, we heard a loud “Bang.” We both said, that was loud and I had no idea what it could have been, so again, I went back to the kitchen and this time, I find the metal muffin tin in the sink. This tin has been sitting on the counter next to the sink since last night! We realised, Zach had moved it the first time so it was touching the sink and that was the noise we heard and then the second time, it was it falling into the sink! There was no rhyme or reason for this to happen other than Zach letting us know they are right here. Now, this afternoon, while I was talking to another good friend, she had mentioned that she was having a hard day. She said that she was stood in her kitchen this morning as well and that she was upset and had dropped a large dish and it broke in her sink! We had a look at the time and it was the same time Zach moved the tin!
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