🌌 Tiny Miracle Story — The Coincidence That Wasn’t
- Upan Lifton
- May 28
- 1 min read
A Tiny Miracles Are Everywhere story.
A few years after my grandmother passed, I was having one of those days where grief doesn’t knock—it just walks in.
I kept it together at work, but when I got in my car, the tears came fast.
I pulled over near a park, took a few deep breaths, and just sat there.
Feeling alone.
Missing her laugh, her weird advice, her way of always knowing when something was wrong.
I looked up—and saw a woman walking by wearing my grandmother’s perfume.
Not just something similar.
Exactly the same.
The scent hit me like a wave.
She walked past, then paused.
Turned. Smiled at me.
And said:
“You have her eyes.”
I must’ve looked stunned, because she added,
“I don’t know who ‘her’ is. But I felt like I was supposed to say that.”
Then she walked away.
I sat there with my mouth open.
Heart pounding. And—for the first time that day—I smiled.
✨ Tiny Miracle:
Sometimes the people we’ve lost show up again…in a glance, a scent, a stranger’s kind words.
Grief makes us ache. But magic still finds us.
Have you ever felt like the universe was trying to tell you something?
✨ A stranger’s kindness?
✨ A moment that made you cry-laugh?
✨ A sign from the universe when you needed one?
☝️ We might feature it in the series (anonymously is okay!).
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