Ding Goes My Heartstrings

A Facebook friend of mine who lost her young daughter to melanoma posted about a broken alarm clock that somehow would occasionally sound its alarm, like when the family was all gathered around the Thanksgiving table with the dreaded empty chair or when the conversation turned to memories of their daughter. I responded that this didn't sound at all unusual to me ... because since the death of our daughter Jaime at age 29 of melanoma, we have a chatty ceiling fan.

This is the ceiling fan in our bedroom. Looks like your typical fan, right? Well, on occasion, it becomes, believe it or not, Jaime's means of communication ... her way to say hello or in some cases, not often but more often than we like, to keep us awake all night.

You see those two short chains with the metal bobs on the ends? Somehow she gets them to knock against the glass globes, causing a loud DING. Sometimes it is just one ding (and I can smile and say "Good night, Jaime! I love you" as I roll over). 

                      (You may need to turn up the volume on your computer to hear the dings here)

Other times she is chatty and keeps it going with DING, DING, DING, DING, DING, DING ... (and I guarantee that in the middle of the night it is not so entertaining!).

Sometimes she goes for a long time without showing off her talent -- months or even years; sometimes she makes it happen several times a week. Sounds weird, right? We just say "Jaime's here! Hi, baby girl!" and let that ceiling fan warm our hearts with Jaime's DINGY thing!!! Bizarre is our new norm!
 
For you doubters, the dings came at all times of the day or night, in all seasons, in all weather, with windows open or closed, with fan on all speeds. My engineer-minded husband has tried to logically figure it out but had to conclude that it was Jaime.
 
The last time we heard the dings was over a year ago. I remember the last time because her dinging did not stop. It seemed that she was really excited about something or really agitated. The dinging continued throughout the day and the night. I told her that we needed our sleep ... yes, I'm the crazy old lady who talks to ceiling fans ... but it continued through the second night, at which time my husband flipped the switch to turn off the fan. Finally, sleep!

But when we turned it back on the next day, only quiet came from that fan. And that is all we have heard from it for more than a year.  I don't know what she was trying to tell us, if anything. I don't know if we pissed her off by shutting down her means of communications. I do know that I miss those dings, and every day I hope for their return.

[UPDATE July 2022: It has been a few years since I wrote this blog and another before that (When Angels Speak) since Jaime's last ding. But I'm more than delighted to report that in mid July 2022, as I was recuperating from my final chemo treatment for breast cancer, my husband and I heard one single ding come from this fan. Just one. But to me it said so much. It said "I'm still around and always will be. I've watched your struggle with cancer and I'm proud of you. Can you feel my love? Can you feel the strength I'm sending you?" Yes, baby girl, I can ...]


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