Maggiemac

It was Christmas night my husband went to bed and Danny my son's boy want in bed too. Danny wan't feeling good and went to bed too. I was watching TV the Christmas tree was on. I was having problems with the lights on the bottom the the tree they kept going out I had to mess with the plug and they would come back on. So they went off again I said to myself I am not going to play with that plug again. A couple of seconds went by and they came back on. I didn't think to much about it and they went off again this time they came right back on this happened a couple of times then they stayed on.
I think my Jason didn' want to spend Christmas with out me either and I did ask him to send me a sign to tell me he was ok. I think this was the sign to me to say miss and love you mum.
Love ya,
Maggie

Impurrfect

((Maggie))

I think that was a sign, too. My mom always had a sense of humor. The first Christmas after she died, we were at candlelight Christmas eve service at the church I grew up in, and where mom was the secretary (and was very much loved at). During the sermon, a couple of ornaments just fell off the tree. Mom's best friend and I just cracked up laughing because we KNEW mom was there, creating mischief.

I'm glad Jason was there with you. I believe in signs from our angels and I think they come when we need them the most.

Hugs and prayers!

Amy

Aysha

That is an awesome story.
I believe he was letting you know he was ok too.

Ann

It connected your heart with his spirit, so that's good enough for me to believe too.

Hugs

Freedom1990

I believe he did too, Maggie! :ghug :ghug

mooselips

Maggie,
I believe it was jason too.

When my father died a few years ago, he came back briefly that night to pat me on the shoulder before I went to bed. It's a memory I cherish.

winnie12

Many years ago i flew home from my grandmothers funeral alone. The sky was the most amazing i had ever seen - it was if the plane was sitting on big fluffy clouds and i felt so close to her and really had a level of peace that is hard to explain. When I got back I called my Dad and told him about it and he said he felt the same exact way when he was flying home - he felt like his mother was there and he was so close to her. That just wasnt coincidence.

My son says that he saw his cousin who passed away a few years ago from a jet ski accident when he overdosed. I had prayed for God to allow her to talk to him - I really couldnt discuss it much with him because it was too emotional for me but I do wonder sometimes if it wasnt really her. It was a changing point for him because it was that experience that made him realize that he is an addict. Some day i will talk to him about it but i need for him to be in the right frame of mind when i do.