Nice when it happens. We find memories in a lot of things animate and inanimate; memories matter

My parents are always in my thoughts

Hi Rona -
I was a complete skeptic but now a total believer. My mother died when I was a year old but always wondered if she had been watching over me as I grew up. Michele Herman, my childhood bff, told me after both her parents died, that she was told you have to ask out loud for a sign. I laughed (to myself). 14 years ago, on the morning of my 40th birthday, I was a mess. First of all, I was turning the big 4-0 and secondly, my husband and I had just separated. I was in the shower, crying and remembered what Michele told me. So, out loud, feeling like a crazy person, I cried to my mother, telling her this was my 40th birthday and of all days, today was the day I wanted... no, needed a sign from her, telling me she was there watching over me to make what I was going through feel a little less painful. I really felt a bit psycho but it was worth a shot, right? What could it hurt? Later that night, my 2 kids, inlaws and yes, my husband, took me out to dinner for my birthday. Sitting in the restaurant, my 3 yr old daughter was miserably freezing cold, so to make her more comfortable, I left the restaurant to go home and get her a sweater. When I got home, sitting in front of my door was a dozen pink roses. There was a card that said = "Happy birthday to my daughter who I have loved since the day she was born". I freaked out. No one knew of my crazy talk with my deceased mother in the shower that morning. Well, I knew SOMEONE had to have delivered them, so I asked around. An acquaintance, who I barely knew told me this: He said it was the strangest thing. He said that around 9AM that morning (when I was in the shower), something came to him. Those were his words. He said it was the eeriest thing, but he felt a presence and something 'told' him that he needed to bring me roses and they had to be pink and they had to be from my mother.
Since then, every time I have asked for a sign, and I don't do it every day, I have received pink roses in the weirdest of ways. So, now, I don't even question it. My mother sends me pink roses. I accept it. And I smile every time. -- Carole Diamond

I am a believer, ever since my mother died. She died at 68 years old and was not ill. My brother was living in Utah and flew to Florida on a days notice. Once she passed, we wanted to have services in both Florida and NY where she was to be buried. At the time my brother worked for Flying Tigers-a cargo airliner. He was trying desperately to arrange to have moms casket brought from Daytona Beach to JFk. After ots of calls, he was told to check the fax machine in the condo. There was a letter from an exec. from Flying Tigers who my brother had never met. It expressed condolences on the loss of our mom, gave details of an all expense paid transfer of my mom, and it was signed...Margaret Kelly...my moms name....needless to say we were freaked out....one month later my dad went back to Florida and was very very lonely. We tried to get to him to go for bereavement counseling but he refused. One day i open the mail and it is a letter saying something like...do you or a loved one need bereavement counseling? COntact your local parish...we can help...signed...SISTER MARGARET MARY KELLY...my moms FULL name. OK, we convinced him that was a sign and he should go. He did. He is now remarried for 20 years to his BEREAVEMENT counselor. Go Figure! Pam Kelly-Pincus

When I walked into court this morning the huge whiteboard in the courtroom read, "compliance conference date, June 18, 2015." June 18 was my father's birthday. It was freaky for me. Rona Gura

I find it both interesting and comforting to read these comments about signs. Long ago, I learned to keep an open mind about most things in life, especially when evidence can be interpreted in many ways. Dr. Gerry Goldhaber

I know the signs are there for all of us; it's a matter of interpretation. I've received many from both my parents.

My mom passed away 7 days after I gave birth to my youngest son, Derek. Fast forward 6 years later. Derek lost his first tooth, the same day I donned an old Irish knit sweater that had been my Mom's. Had never worn it before that day. When I reached my hands in the pocket after getting the news of the lost tooth, there was a crisp, brand new dollar bill sitting in the pocket. We were all speechless, as we knew it was from Derek's "Nanny", reminding us that she was looking over him. Kathy Walker

Matter can neither be created nor destroyed.
It just changes form.
The signs are out there if we choose to be conscious of them.

Right after 9/11, my sister-in-law attended the funeral of the mother of one of her students who was murdered in the World Trade Center. As the boy (who was about thirteen at the time) was eulogizing his mother, a small bird entered the church, flew up to the podium where the boy was standing and perched on his head. The assembled, including my sister-in-law, gasped.

There aren't always rational or scientific explanations for things, and if it had been anyone by my sister-in-law who told the story, I'd never have believed it... It was also reported in the media. Here's a link (this is really something to see):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwPohaMIvoQ

My wife, daughters,and I all receive signs from our late son, Welles. His close friends have also. One of his close college pals received a visit from him as he was riding alone up a chair lift for his final and decisive snow board run to qualify for the U.S. Olympic team. He was very down as he did not think he would make it. But he felt Welles' presence with him on the chair and he heard Welles exhorting him to give it all he had. He was flabergastedby the experience, and he delivered the best run of his career, qualified for the team and always wears a red bandanna tied around his neck and he knows Welles is with him. I believe! Posted by Jeff Crowther.

As you know, (thank you for your condolences) Stevie lost one of his closest friends last week. The night that he passed, I could not sleep and wound up on the couch, I woke up and saw Stevies friend (Ryan) as clear as day in front of my window in a hockey jersey, smililng as usual. I blinked a few times to make sure I was indeed awake. Instead of being afraid, I was comforted. I shared this with Stevie and he noncholantly said, "Ah he stopped by and said Hi to me as well."---my living room is directly below Stevies bedroom.
Whatever truly happened, I don't care. I'll take comfort any day.

One of the most beautiful dreams I ever had was after my Nanny died at 102, just after Dana was born. She'd never had a chance to meet her, but in my dream she was holding Dana high and bringing her in to kiss and tickle her, then holding her high to the sky, and bringing her in again - and Dana was laughing those huge, gurgling baby laughs. I woke up from the dream to Dana laughing in her crib. It's such a beautiful, meaningful memory. Wish, sign.... who truly knows. But very precious. Thanks for the excuse to remember, Rona. xo

These stories are all so chilling but yet warm. I am thankful to everyone who shared them.

I must say it really shocked me this morning to see my Dad's birthday written out in large numbers on that board. As it did for my brother and sister when I called them to tell them. A friend wrote to me on Facebook this morning- in response to my experience in court this morning-that perhaps I am learning to see the signs. I think she might be right.