The RUM from ABOVE

This not-so-random bottle of Bacardi and Drew Wonderful and the longest post ever. 

This is not the first time I found out a friend had passed from signs coming to me. It seems like spirit finds a way to get through to me, even if it takes a while. 

This is a story about how strong and beautiful my friend is in spirit. He was (and still is) known to me and only referred to by me as “Drew Wonderful.” And he only ever called me “Sassy Sara.” That’s who we were. Throughout a conversation together, I can’t tell you how many times we referred to each other by full fantastic title. 

It was a love at first site for us. Not the romantic type. But this familiar I feel like I’ve known you forever and know I will love you forever - a soul connection. He was my work husband. We got bartending jobs at a new tapas restaurant opening and were instantly as thick as thieves. (Even now I feel him writing this with me. I told him that’s not a phrase I would normally use. He laughed and said, oh leave it. I love his laugh. And his smile.)

He was (and is) so beautiful - inside and out, loving, hilarious, empathetic, kind, sooooo talented. 

I can’t help but smile remembering the huge project we attempted together - to make fancy team ninja costumes for a Phish show. He wasn’t even going, but spent a bazillion hours and got 100s of pin pricks helping us out. 

The last time I saw him in person was my going away party in 2011, but we stayed in contact over the years. We would get on the phone and talk forever. 

I remember crying with him when he called and told me he was attacked and about his HIV diagnosis.

I remember vividly our final phone call. It started in my apartment, lasted through a dog walk, and back home again. He told me some hilarious stories about where he was working at the time and how excited he was to focus on his health and move to live with his brother and his beautiful family. 

It was normal for a lot of time to pass between our calls. But on this particular day in June of 2017, signs to talk to his asap came rushing in. This feeling that We needed to catch up immediately. I remember realizing how long it had been since our last convo in disbelief. Could it really have been since winter 2015? WOW. How has so much time gone by. I realized I had seen anything from him on FB. I didn’t even know if he knew I had a daughter. It shook me. 

So I called. And no answer. Really no sign that was still his number. He wasn’t a life long commitment to the same number guy like me. 

So I do the obvious next thing and went for a good FB stalk to see what he’s been up to. 

And I saw. 

It was a remembrance page. 

Holy fuck. 

I lost it.

Reading back I found out that it was exactly 2 years ago, TO THE DAY, that he passed. 

And I began to grieve. He held me through it. 

I felt him all around me. I could see him. He looked so beautiful and healthy and happy. 

All our our memories and conversations flooded back. My heart broke. I was also so grateful that he came to me. And he was SO happy and excited to get through. (He’s so freaking happy I’m sharing this story now.) I think he’s wanted me to share it with his mom (who he LOVES like crazy and always talked about) the whole time. He just wants her to know he’s with her and he’s happy and all good. He says she already knows it though, but that she would love the confirmation. He’s so strong and powerful in spirit! And beautiful, like always. 

The day after I learned of his passing, I went to a meet up with our local mama tribe and all the babes. These beautiful women held me as I cried and talked about Drew Wonderful. They got goosebumps with me as I shared how it was exactly 2 years to the day. They let me fall apart and helped me see how not alone I really was - on every level. 

After this, I pulled in my driveway and noticed something big and pink in the package part of my mailbox. I thought, how strange bc there has NEVER been a package actually placed there before. They always bring it to the door. Upon further inspection it was a handle of Strawberry Bacardi Mix. Huh??

I instantly knew it was from him. He somehow made this happen from the other side. 

Why is this so crazy? Drew and I worked at a RUM BAR together and the bottle was half full. Which is something we talked about. He loved my half full attitude and brought it up all the time. He would call and say he needed some of that Sassy Sara half full positivity. 

There was no reason for this to be in my mailbox in the middle of the day or anytime. I live on a quiet cul-de-sac in the suburbs. It wasn’t there when I left. 

So I left this bottle on the kitchen counter for a while as a reminder and sign from Drew Wonderful. I knew he wanted me to share with his mom. I eventually put it in the back of pantry. I couldn’t bring myself to throw it out, until I got his message to her. 

He has come to me off and on since, but I had forgotten about the Bacardi and my promise to pass a message on. 

Thursday night he came to me in a beautiful way, along with other members of my team Above. I cried in the shower and they helped me up. Drew Wonderful and these other male guides came to me with messages. (I posted briefly about that beautiful enlightening experience too). The next day, I had a burst of energy and a crazy desire to clean out the pantry. I remember laughing thinking it was a 'procrastinate clean' bc I had so many other things to do. But I went with it. And there was that half full handle of Bacardi rum!! 

In a stream of consciousness I had to get this all out and I first sent to Mama Wonderful. When I went stalking to find her, I saw she had a big bday over the weekend. How beautiful is that timing?

Drew Wonderful is jumping with joy that he got through to me again... and that I’m following through on my promise to him. 

And I’m happy and also teary. Lots of emotions. Mostly gratitude. Grateful for the way he saw me, loved me and treated me in this lifetime and the care he is taking with communicating with me now. 

So that’s my story of a soul connection with a dear beautiful friend and a few perfect signs. 

I’m ready to pour one out now and let this bottle go. Cheers to Mark Andrew Colvin. Forever my Drew Wonderful.