Trumpets, Echoes, and the Uncle Who Knew Too Much

 

People have this uncanny way of showing up in your life and, without you even realizing it at the time, saying exactly what your soul needs to hear. Not your mind, not your ego—your soul. The kind of words that slip past logic, settle into your bones, and reverberate through time like some cosmic whisper that refuses to be ignored.

Back in 2013, I was freshly separated from my daughter’s dad, living in another town, trying to navigate life while keeping my head above emotional water. My daughter was with her dad for the weekend, and I, as usual, was hanging out with my uncle. He rarely came to my place, but on this day, he did.

We were standing out on my balcony, overlooking the complex pool, probably shooting the shit about life or whatever random nonsense was floating through the air. And then, out of nowhere, he hit me with it—one sentence that has echoed through my mind ever since:

"You know, I hope that when those trumpets ring, you're on the right side of them."

Boom. Instant soul download.

I was barely 30, completely unaware of the spiritual cyclone that would be my future awakening, and yet, those words landed. I stood there, letting them ripple through me, a strange, inexplicable weight pressing into my chest. I didn’t know why they stuck. I didn’t know why they felt important. I just knew.

Now, let’s be real—my uncle has definitely had his moments of frustration with me (probably more than he’d like to admit, but hey, love you, Uncle!). If I ever hurt his feelings, that was never, ever my intent. What I will say, though, is thank you. Because those words didn’t just land in that moment—they stayed. They wove themselves into my journey, a quiet undercurrent in the back of my mind, waiting for me to wake up enough to really understand them.

And now? Now I get it.

Even though we’re on different paths at the moment, I will always love and appreciate him. Every lesson he’s taught me? Oh, he taught it well. Maybe a little too well, if we’re being honest (because, oof—some of them hit harder than I’d like, lmao).

But favorites? Yeah, I try not to play that game… except in this case. Because, without a doubt, he’s my favorite uncle. Hands down, no contest. We’ve shared many lifetimes, and I damn sure hope our soul contracts persist for many more to come.

And if those trumpets do ring? Well, Uncle, I think I finally know which side I’m standing on.

💛✨