Synchronicities serve as a pathway through which our departed loved ones communicate with us. These moments may be a way for them to identify themselves, a simple greeting to reassure us of their love, or even a means to convey a specific message.
I know this to be true because I have personally experienced it. As remarkable as it sounds, it is my reality—once experienced, it becomes undeniable.
In 2016, my older sister passed away on June 7. Three weeks before her passing, she lay in a hospital bed receiving palliative care. She had suffered from early-onset dementia for approximately 10 years. During those years, my brother-in-law cared for her, ensuring she lived a fulfilling life through holidays, outings, and time with family. However, as the dementia advanced, she lost the ability to swallow. The hospital was unable to intervene with a drip, and we visited her daily, waiting for the inevitable. Three weeks after her admission, she passed away. At the time, we were consumed by the gravity of the situation, devastated by the process unfolding before us.
Three days after my sister’s passing, my wife and I travelled to Toowoomba with my brother-in-law to arrange the funeral and burial. I remember visiting the Toowoomba Lawn Cemetery, where we spoke with the administrators. A woman informed us that three burial plots had just become available near the graves of our deceased relatives. My brother-in-law purchased one of them, and my wife suggested that we buy another. I hesitated but decided to think it over.
After finalizing arrangements at the cemetery office, Maria and I walked to the vacant plots. They were located about five rows diagonally from the graves of my parents, brother, and grandparents—it felt almost destined. As we continued, we approached my parents’ graves. I glanced down at my father’s tombstone and saw the inscription: June 10, 1994. Suddenly, it struck me. That day was June 10, 2016—exactly 22 years since my father’s passing. I was experiencing an extraordinary synchronicity.
In that moment, I felt my father reaching out to me, making his presence known. I had completely forgotten the anniversary of his death, overwhelmed by my sister’s passing. And as fate would have it, her funeral was scheduled for June 15—the same date as my father’s funeral.
My sister, Maree, and my father were deeply connected. They were Tansells through and through. Maree played the piano, just like my father’s mother. Their resemblance was strong, and the synchronicity of dates only deepened the significance of their bond. I wasn’t surprised that Maree’s passing aligned closely with my father’s. Even more profoundly, June 16 was Maree’s birthday—she would have celebrated 40 years of marriage had she lived to see the date.
Dates hold profound significance, and synchronicities can elevate their meaning even further. These events were not random coincidences; they were meant to be. They became channels through which my father communicated, welcoming his daughter into the afterlife. These moments are precious, confirming that the spiritual realm exists and that our loved ones are never truly far away. They want to connect with us—we simply need to remain open to their messages.