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We received so many signs from God and Lisa after she left us. Lisa loved roses. One day I was straighting up a trophy case we have, Lisa walked by and put a rose in a crytal glass in the case and said "Cause I love you Mom", it is still there 6 years later all dried but beautiful to me. The first one was the day we went to the funeral home to make arrangements. We had to look through all the designs for the memorial cards, as we looked there were many beautiful ones. But when I got to a simple one with 3 white doves and just the 2 words "Going Home", I felt so deep it has to be this one because she is going home. When we got home, the mail had come and in it there were 2 sympathy cards...the first had an angel with a poem about going home. The second had a beautiful picture of a rose. The second one was on the day of the viewing, as we were driving there I told God "Please just give me one more sign, so I can get throught this day". I was watching the clouds all the way hoping to see something (maybe one the shape of an L or something like that). But there was nothing. When we arrived the lady that was making the arrangements met us at the door. She was very apologetic and said that they didn't have the guestbook with the birds to match the memorial cards. She didn't know what had happened because she had just checked them yesterday and now could only find this one type book. She handed me the box with the book, I opened the lid and on the front of the book was a large red rose. All I could do is tell my husband "It's a rose" "It's a rose". I think the poor lady thought I had lost it, my husband had to explain why the rose was PERFECT. The next one happened one evening when my husband, daughter Gina, and granddaughter(Gina's daughter) were gone. Both my daughters, whose voices sounded alike...never could tell which one answered the phone..., had a habit when they came to the door and didn't have a key, they just said "Mama" and I would open the door. That evening I was standing very near the door when I heard very clearly "Mama", I said "just a minute" and went to open the door. There was no one there, I opened the screen door...thinking my husband had parked in the street for some reason...but there was no one there either. So now I know it must have been Lisa, letting me know she was ok. Then one evening Gina and I were talking with my granddaughter...who was feeling very sad... we were reminding her of the things she had that Lisa had given her over the years. Things that would always be special because Lisa had given them to her. Gina went in her room and called out to ask me if I put a pair of earrings on her dresser(I hadn't). She said come look, there on the dresser was a pair of little bear earrings that Lisa had given Sonia. We had forgotten about the earrings because we hadn't been able to find them for months. So here was Lisa saying "Hey don't forget I gave her these too" And all the little things like when Gina forgot to set her alarm clock for 5:30, and my alarm went off at 5:30 even though it wasn't turned on...and even if it was, it was set for 7:30. Or on Christmas when my husband and I were awakened at 3:00 in the morning when his stereo came on full blast. The motion activated Christmas tree that would go off when no one was in the room. I have a set of 8 small porcelan angel dolls, I keep them in a barrister bookcase, in front of the books. There is one with long brown hair that everyone thinks looks like Lisa when she was little. I had just cleaned off the computer desk, dusting etc. When I went back a few minutes later that angel was sitting there next to the computer...no one was home but me. So now that will be her place, next to me at the computer. I know that it is Lisa saying I'm here and I'm OK *New* My husband is one of those people that try to find some other reason for the messages we receive, or put it down to coincidence, but Lisa gave him a message that even he could not deny. He asked me one day if I ever talk to Lisa, he had been watching a movie where someone said "why don't you just talk to her, she can hear you". I told him that I talk to her all the time, so that night on his way home from work he just started having a conversation with her....he had his radio on a jazz station and just as he pulled into the driveway they announced the next song that was coming on and it was "HERE'S LISA". He has never even heard of a song by that title before. He is now a believer. I took my granddaughter to school and as I watched her walk across the playground I thought "gee her backpack looks awfully heavy, I wonder if all the kids have so many books" so I looked at the next kids that walked onto the playground, and there on the back of the girls backpack in big letter's LISA FLORES. One other time I thought as I watched her if she would like one of the rolling packs, and so I looked at the next child that had a rolling one and again it said LISA FLORES. I knew that there was a girl at her school name Lisa Flores, but I don't think it is coincidence that the only two times I think about backpacks that she is the next child to walk by. I really feel like Lisa gave me the thought about the backpacks so that I would look. Just her way of saying Hi. |
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The Mention of Her Name The mention of my child's name May bring tears to my eyes, But it never fails to bring Music to my ears. If you are really my friend, Let me hear the beautiful music of her name. It soothes my broken heart And sings to my soul Author Unknown |
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I believe this is another adc from Lisa. I was in a meeting at TRUTH in the chat room all of a sudden all these lines popped up with my name on it(I was not even touching the keyboard). The only difference is it said HIS name, I changed it to HER. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Now I have to tell you about another sign I recieved. As you read above roses are very important signs to me. I read a post on a message board from a mother who had lost her son almost the same time I lost Lisa. She was saying it was harder in the second year instead of getting easier. I posted an answer say that for me also it was harder the second year...I think you spend most of the first year still in shock. She sent me an email thanking me for responding to her, and we started to talk back and forth throught emails. Then she gave me the address of her sons website. When I went to it, the music on one of the pages was Some Sweet Day...the music we played for Lisa's funeral. And then I noticed her real name ROSE STENROSE. And things have been getting better for me ever since...Please see the next page. I believe Rose was another sign from Lisa and her son Keith. |
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