I admit that at first, when Oscar… well, I don’t really know how to say it… I didn’t believe in signs. I thought they were made up by some people, that everything ended when the soul left us, and that life was truly over when we ceased to exist in this world. I don’t know if it’s out of necessity, desire, or because there really is something after death, but I’ve come to believe that we’ll meet again somehow in another dimension. I keep watching videos of people who’ve had NDEs (near-death experiences), and each time, I feel more and more that Oscar is on the other side, just one step ahead of us. 

I love hearing from people who loved and still love Oscar – how he remains in their mornings, thoughts, or dreams – and they often surprise me with events we call «signs.» I’ve already shared some in a previous post. Since these signs bring me so much emotion, especially because they’re shared experiences, I want to detail some new ones. These little moments make us feel that Oscar is very close to us. 

For example, during a trip to Logroño, some friends visited the UD Logroñés shop. Without searching for it, they were offered a team jersey. We were speechless when they sent us a photo of it: the jersey had the number 7 and the name Oscar. By chance, there happened to be a player with his name and number. It was the first jersey they picked – completely random. 

Oscar finished a degree in Graphic Arts at Escola del Treball in Barcelona last year. For some reason, I decided to check the school’s website. To my amazement, if you search for that program today, you’ll still see Oscar in the course presentation photo. It was shocking to see that out of the 60 or 70 students in that class, the reference image they chose was Oscar, wearing his work coat and his signature black beanie. 

If you’ve read some of my previous posts, you’ll know that the number 7 was Oscar’s number for everything – his talisman, his reference, his jersey number, etc. That’s why when we were shown the first spot in the cemetery for him to rest, and it was number 107, we immediately said, «That’s the one. We want that one. No other. It has to be this one.» 

Our friend Toni, a motorcycle enthusiast, recently told us about his current bike, which he occasionally takes us out for rides on. He doesn’t want to part with it because the license plate number includes not just a 7, but also Oscar’s resting number: 0107. 

These same friends, along with their children, used to ski with Oscar and Sandra. They have a little house in a small village with only about 45 residents. Imagine our surprise when we noticed the town’s entrance sign – it showed an altitude of exactly 1,107 meters above sea level. 

According to scientific studies, hearing is the last sense we retain before death. Interestingly, the brain can remain active for about 7 minutes after death, thanks to residual energy. 

The night I spent by Oscar’s side before his brain death was confirmed, I spoke to him about everything. I kept rereading a message from his friend Mario, encouraging him to fight, to wake up from that deep sleep. I played music next to his ear. 

I asked his friend David to send me some piano notes that Oscar loved. Perhaps listening to those notes – ones David had played before – might reach him somehow, deep inside. To my astonishment, the composition lasted exactly 1.07 minutes. Every time I listen to it, I’m transported back to those hours spent by his side, holding his hand, leaning on his bed, staring at him, waiting for a flicker of movement in his eyes. It takes me to a pure state of nostalgia and fills me with love for both of them. It’s something that will stay with me forever, engraved deep in my heart. 

Recently, I ran into a mother and old school friend. We met on the same day, at the same time, in the same hospital cafeteria. I was waiting for Jorge’s operation, and she was waiting for a more complicated surgery for her child. We stared at each other in shock and disbelief. She was the first person to tell me, when we said goodbye to Oscar: «You’ll get signs, you’ll see.»  That day, we both agreed that this nervous mum needed a hug of support and who better than someone who understands her and who knows what is going on in her head like me, who spent anxious hours waiting for my child to be returned to me. So we both confirmed that coincidences do not exist, that they are coincidences of fortune, of the desire we had to be connected.

However, there are so many moments when the number 7 appears – again and again, no other number. It feels like a soft whisper saying, “I’m here with you.” 

I truly believe that all these coincidences are signs of destiny – or maybe someone is orchestrating them carefully. Feeling this connection and believing in a destiny beyond this world helps me feel close to him. As I always say – and even carry on my skin – «Until we meet again.» 

«Coincidence is God’s way of staying anonymous.» — Albert Einstein