when I was young my dad died in our home of a heartattack. FOr years the tv would change channels at the time his favorite shows would come on on a tv which was not controlled by a remote. It had buttons that you had to push. (one of those old tvs that were in a wood cabinet that sat on the floor) then I was playing a card game with my sister's boyfriend and there was a large glass in a cabinet about six or so feet away that suddenly came across the room and shattered in the middle of the table. The cabinet was closed and the glass was not on the edge. There was a large log that you couldnt move and it rolled over one night to our window. There were alot more though.
Then when my son was young he would sit in our kitchen and have conversations with someone. I would think he was talking to me then you would hear no Im not going to do that. Dont tell me to i'll get in trouble. Id ask my son who he was talking to and he would look at me and say "my friend" OK that one time was kinda creepy.
One last instance I was at the cemetary visiting my neices and nephews graves(they died really young before my son was even born) and he was with me and I asked him if he knew who they were because he had never really heard anyone talk about them and he said they were his angels. Now mind you we dont go to church and had never spoken about angels to him to that point. I think he was around maybe three or four? I believe they are still around us and that does make me very happy.
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