SpiritualSeeker, I remember the day my brother died. I was driving a 1990 Lincoln LSC, and I lived in Brooklyn NY at the time. I was at a grocery store when my sister called my cell phone to give me the bad news that my brother had died of an overdose. It was April 19, 1998. I had double parked my car in front of a grocery store, and went in to buy milk. I had locked my car as always, because Brooklyn is a large city with alot of crime, and I didn't want my car stolen. I got my milk and went back to my car in shock after that phone call. I was running home to tell my husband. When I started my car, there was one long stemmed rose sitting on the console. To this day, I will never know where it came from. I'm thinking my brother left it for me. I guess I will never find out. I'm thinking that was a sign. Because my car was locked and nobody could have gotten in. His spirit was traveling and he came to say goodbye to me. I still wonder about that. STRANGE, but true.