Friend Ryan who was like a father

During my Junior year in High School, my Mom and I had a roommate whom I considered my Father. He was everything I had ever wanted in a Dad. There was just one problem. He was dying, Ryan was an alcoholic and had a liver disease. I have always had a fear of people getting close to me, because no matter what they said they would always leave. I think the only reason I let Ryan get close was that I knew he was leaving. He passed away in January of my senior year. My boy friend and I visited him at the hospital the night of his death. Before we left, I told Ryan that I loved him.

We got home around 10:00 P.M., Justin laid down on the couch and asked me if I were going to bed anytime soon. I told him I would be there in a little bit. I went to work on a Giant Coloring poster I had been working on from WALMART. It was of a stained glass. I could not stop myself for hours, I did not move I just colored, I started at one corner of the poster and when I got almost to the other corner it was around 5:30 A.M.

I stopped coloring and felt as if I had warm air all around me (It was the middle of January and snow fell for the first time in years, normally you could see your breath inside the house on a regular basis). I got up from the table and laid down on the couch opposite my boyfriend.

At 6:15 A.M. my Mother came in, I heard her wake Justin and take him in the other room. I heard her crying and Justin began to sniffle. I got up and asked her what time? She said around 5:20 A.M.

For the next two days I stayed awake. I never really cried, I just sat and stared and was very quiet. I have always felt he was with me, at his memorial we played four songs, "The Dance," "One Sweet Day," "Unchained Melodies," and "Tears in Heaven."

To this day if I am feeling down, I can turn on the radio and one after the other the songs will play, all on the same station back to back. On days that I'm really down, it will come a little shower on a bright day just to let me know that the sun can shine through the rain. I have always believed that he is with me.

Grandmother Sends a Sign

These events occurred with my sister and her in-laws . . . as recently as two months ago. My sister's husband's grandmother died years ago, in the mobile home my sister and her husband currently live in.

One night as my brother in law's mother (Melanie) came over to visit . . . (the grandmother who died was Melanie's mother) she began talking about her mother and things they used to do throughout life. After each story, Melanie would say, "Isn't that right mama?" After that, the lights would flicker off and on as if the grandmother was replying with a yes. These incidences happen occasionally.

Another incident happened one night as my sister and her husband slept. The spin cycle on the washing machine began spinning for no reason at all. My sister hadn't done laundry in days . . . and hadn't even thought about doing laundry that night either.

Another very recent incident occurred as my sister was doing housework. In her restroom, she has a glass jar filled with colored sand, which she keeps on the back of the toilet as a decoration. There are no windows in her restroom (where the jar could have been opened with strong air flow). Well, as she entered the restroom, she noticed that the heavy jar of sand was in the corner of the floor behind the toilet. It puzzled her, as the jar was in its correct place earlier and no one had been at her home that day but her. She placed it back . . . left the room and returned 10 minutes later to find it back in the same corner . . . replaced it again, this time with extreme chill bumps covering her body. She returned minutes later to find the jar sitting in front of the toilet this time. She immediately RAN out the door of her house, to another home to call me to come see this. I arrived and we tested the jar, placing it back in its correct place. It remained there the whole time I was there and never moved again.
Tonya

Mother, I Miss You

My mother passed away September 26, 1998. She died of cancer. She was only 55 at the time. The other night I was driving in the car and starting thinking of her when the radio started playing a song called, "Mother I. Miss You." I thought this was strange. The song caused me to begin crying. I began crying so hard that suddenly I couldn't breathe. I think I almost blacked out and was so confused. I changed the radio station and then another song came on that my mom loved to hear.

This was so strange. Maybe it was just by luck this happened. I have been
looking for a sign since she passed away and maybe this was it.