Blest Be the Tie

A few days ago I posted a picture  on Facebook of a license plate with a B on it…for those of you who don’t know, my boyfriend who passed away was called Brad by most people, he liked for me to call him Branson or “B”for short…


At the time that I saw this license plate, I was struggling with missing him and seeing the plate was such a sweet reminder of him.

In the last few days I’ve really been missing  him again, even more than normal.  This morning I came home and there was a truck parked near my house that had a B on it. I didn’t think much about it, but I did snap a picture just because…


I left my house about 3 and went to Walmart. When I pulled into the parking space I looked up and the car in front of me had a B on the front plate…there was also a tag hanging from the mirror that had an M on it (his last name started with an M)…I thought that was funny, so I took another picture…


I just left Walmart a few minutes ago and as I was pulling out of the lot, I saw a license plate that said BlestB…seriously!


It’s getting REAL! Tell me all of that is a coincidence…not believing it for a second…some people get visitations and dreams, I get cars and license plates…and now I can’t stop laughing and being thankful for B!  Blest be(BlestB) the tie…

3 thoughts on “Blest Be the Tie

  1. His phone used to cut off sometimes when it still had full battery. I have a video of him when we were in New York plugging his phone in because that was the only way to fix it. My phone never did that before he died. It has done that every time I have been to the cemetery (and I’ve been quite a few times!) I don’t know what it means. I don’t like to think of him hanging around and seeing me grieve as I have, but I like to think that these are little messages that the Holy Spirit allows through to let me know that he’s okay and that he loves me. I hope he gets my messages too!


  2. Blest be the tie that binds
    Our hearts in Christian love;
    The fellowship of kindred minds
    Is like to that above.

    Before our Father’s throne,
    We pour our ardent prayers;
    Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
    Our comforts, and our cares.

    We share our mutual woes,
    Our mutual burdens bear;
    And often for each other flows
    The sympathizing tear.

    When we asunder part,
    It gives us inward pain;
    But we shall still be joined in heart,
    And hope to meet again.


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