I’m Still Here

Our Loved Ones like to place objects in our path that are significant both to them and us. Feathers, coins, rocks, keys, are some of the most common objects our Loved Ones leave for us. Coins in particular are very common signs. If you find a coin in your path, look at its year and see if that year is important between you and your Loved One. Numbers are also a way our loved ones reach out to us. They love to send us numbers that are relevant to them and/or us. It could be a birthday, an anniversary, the date of their passing, the time of their passing, or even repeating numbers such as 111, 222, 333, etc. These numbers may appear on clocks, billboards, or any other familiar place. They can also come from family, friends, or even strangers. When driving, pay attention to license plates in front of you, to billboards you pass by. Some of the best signs of numbers can come from bumper stickers sitting right in front of you. Please enjoy our latest story from a woman fortunate enough to receive both numbers and coins from her loved one. “I’m still here” I started seeing the number 11 everywhere for months. I didn’t know why. I was with my father-in-law when he died about 5 months later at 11:11. Since then we often find a dime and a penny in unexpected places. My husband also started finding them. In one incidence when I was in the hospital, he went to the restroom and there was a dime and penny. It’s happened dozens of...

Absolute Blessings

  We lost our son, Pete, 15 months ago at the age of 33. Since then we have received many wonderful signs. When I was sorting out some of his belongings I heard him call me as clear as anything! No one was in the house. The night after he died I was lying in bed and every time I opened my eyes, I could see his face. It was surrounded by white light. When I would close my eyes he was gone. This happened about 10 times. My husband felt Pete touch his hand really firmly one night while he was in bed one. One day we took a picture of Pete’s son, Lenny, climbing a tree overlooking where his dad’s ashes are buried. When we printed the photo an amazing orb was in the photo with our grandson. When we showed it to him he looked at it and said, “Daddy.” I said, “What do you mean, Lenny?” He said, “Daddy made that rainbow circle around me when he was watching me climb the tree.” Another time during a Holiday we visited Buckfast Abbey which is the home of a Community of Roman Catholic Benedictine monks in Devon, England. We had just lit a candle for Pete and I was in tears walking around the gardens and grounds looked after by the monks. I suddenly looked down and saw a perfect heart in the lichen in the path where I was walking so I took a picture. I am sure it was a sign for why did I look down exactly at that time. I did not...

Dad’s Chair

My family recently had contact with my dad who passed back in June. He had a recliner in the living room and my sister Sammi came into the room to chat with my mom. She mentioned that she hadn’t sat in Dad’s chair since he passed and so she sat down and began chatting with my mom. She told mom to get her phone and take a picture of her sitting in Dad’s chair. Sammi then took a picture of mom. A few minutes later Sammi said, “I wonder if Dad’s in here with us.” They didn’t look right away and went about their day. A few days passed and Mom was going to delete the photos from her phone because they were too dark and you really couldn’t seem them that well. There was one she didn’t delete and as she looked at it closer, low and behold, there was Dad peeking his head around Sammi when she was sitting in his chair. There was nothing behind her in the photo except a wall. Dad’s face was pretty detailed in shape and you could even see his beard at the bottom. It was one of the most amazing detailed ghost-like photos I’ve ever seen. It was very awesome to be assured that he’s looking over us. Submitted by Rebecca Bock My Dad http://heblewherakiss.com/wp-content/uploads/bfi_thumb/Curt3-333zyebvknx8pd61nn17nu.jpeg My Dad http://heblewherakiss.com/wp-content/uploads/bfi_thumb/Curt4-333zyebvknx8pd61nn17nu.jpeg My Dad http://heblewherakiss.com/wp-content/uploads/bfi_thumb/Curt1-333zyegeeygfhewx1i7v9m.jpeg My Dad http://heblewherakiss.com/wp-content/uploads/bfi_thumb/Curt2-333zyegeeygfhewx1i7v9m.jpeg Previous Image Next...

Not Just a Dream

Submitted by April Stroud July 2012 April carried her dad’s dinner tray back into the kitchen and placed it near the sink. She then fixed herself a plate and sat down to eat. It was heartbreaking to see her father’s health deteriorate so rapidly. As far back as she could remember he had always been larger than life, vibrant and active. During the month which had passed since she moved in, his body had become so frail. She knew his time was drawing near but still found it hard to accept. Life had come full circle for April. Once the protector, her dad now relied solely on her for all his needs. She in no way resented his dependency. Truth be told, there was nothing she wouldn’t do for him. April loved and adored her dad and cherished every moment they had together. Time was not kind and much sooner than she wanted April said her final goodbye as her dad drew his last breath. It was May 1999 and she worried how she would make it without him. The day seemed like a bad nightmare she hoped to awake from soon. The uneasy feeling of loss did not appear to be going anywhere. Later in the evening and emotionally drained, April fell asleep on the living room couch. In what seemed like mere moments she was surprised to see her dad bent down on one knee by the couch. She assumed this was just a dream but it seemed so real. She heard her dad gently tell her goodbye as tears cascaded down her cheeks. In desperation April...

A Father’s Love Is Forever

Submitted by Suzanne Dibuono July 2011 Sal D’Incecco was a vibrant and passionate man. The Italian blood coursing through his veins made him the typical protective and strict, but very loving family man. Sometimes difficult to please, everyone that knew him understood, without it having to be said, that they could count on him no matter what. His actions did the talking for him. A bit on the eccentric side, Sal was unique and sometimes intense. People either loved him or they didn’t. There was no in-between. There was a special place in Sal’s heart for his daughters so needless to say, they shared a special bond. For Suzanne, he was her knight in shining armor and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for either of them. Sal was a jack of all trades, knowledgeable in almost every field. A modern day Michelangelo, he spent 10 years building a miniature carousel in his garage. It was one seventh the scale of a full sized carousel; nine feet in diameter, six feet high, and weighing in at one ton. The carousel had been a particular passion of his and he took great care to be meticulous with the details. Each piece, including the 60 horses, was hand-carved. It was breathtaking to see it complete in its full glory, particularly after seeing him invest so many years and so much of himself into it. His patience and determination resulted in a beautiful masterpiece in miniature. It was only fitting that something so beautiful should be seen by others. The mayor of Mt. Kisco, New York shared that belief and was happy...

Two Worlds Connected

Submitted by Jaclyn Cook July 2011 A dream is a mysterious thing. Some say they have meaning while others say they are just illogical jumbles of our day and thoughts. Either way, Jaclyn liked to think that at times of sleeping our subconscious bridges two worlds of existence. She would soon have an experience that would validate that belief in her heart. The previous Thanksgiving her stepdad, Rodney, had passed away from lung cancer. He loved her mother more than she’d ever known anyone to love a significant other. Even as his health was deteriorating his biggest worry was not about dying, but about leaving his wife behind. He had taken care of her for 10 years. Jaclyn recalled the last time she was able to communicate with him before he passed. Rodney made her promise to take care of her mother, who took his death hard and continuously hoped and prayed for a sign that he was still close and looking after her. After a few months had passed, Jaclyn found herself getting progressively worse with grief. Rodney had meant a great deal to her as well. Not only had he been a wonderful stepfather, she was deeply appreciative of how much he loved her mother. He had been a devoted husband and Jaclyn was deeply thankful to him for that. However, she felt a little confusion in the fact that as she crept deeper into the month of February it seemed as if she was going backward instead of forward with her mourning. She rationalized this by telling herself that maybe this is the way the grieving...