Wow! What a wonderful site....a book in itself on line! I will be coming back to this site to read more on everyone's experiences. My father passed away abroad and died on his own in 1977. I miss him very much. My mother passed away in July 1991, I miss them terribly. I am sad that they left so young, but hope and pray that they are together and happy. I do believe they are watching over me as I know they have bailed me out of trouble and do keep me on the straight and narrow! If only I could communicate with them ......If only I could turn the clock back.....If only I could be with them..... I haven't read your book yet, but plan on getting it soon. Lots of love to all those who are sad and missing their loved ones.

I JUST FINISHED READING THIS BOOK AND IT HELPED ME DEAL WITH THE DEATH OF MY MOTHER IN JUNE. I KNOW FOR CERTAIN NOW THAT SHE IS WITH ME. IT ANSWERED MANY QUESTIONS FOR ME THAT I HAD ABOUT LIFE AFTER DEATH. THANKS SO MUCH FOR THIS BOOK. EVERYONE SHOULD READ IT. THE FINAL CHAPTERS SAID IT ALL.

I lost Alvin almost three years ago, August 17th, 1998; I never really got over it, part of me went with him; my spirt is broken. I knew Alvin since 1965; he was only 59 years young. The following August 13th, 1999, I lost ownership to our apartment; I rent it now. The following August 12th, 2000, my dog named Puppy almost died. This past June 23, 2001, my other dog named DJ became terribly sick; however, he was treated and got better. Life is suppose to be a precious gift; the first rule or order of life is to live. Well that is hard now... I read books from Sylvia Brown and now John Edwards... I really want to touch base with the spirit world; I must stay to protect my two little dogs; I wouldn't want to leave them in this physical world. I just wish I could communicate with the spirit world. Why must it be so distant. I am catholic and Alvin was Jewish. I heard a rabbi say once that DISTANCE from God is hell; not like the Catholics thinking. DISTANCE is the reality that is so very true; some distances you can reach; others you cannot; but it is still DISTANCE. It's the distance that is hell here on earth. I wish I was gifted to be able to communicate with the spirit world until I would be called one day. I guess I am silly, but I would like to live out my life with my dogs like in the movie The Ghost and Mrs. Muir with Rex Harrison...

I also found this site while visiting John Edwards. As I child I had many visits, but when I told people they laughed and said that it was just a dream. One night my fathers best friend, who had crossed over "visited" me in a dream. I was pregnant with our 4th child, we had four boys at home and I was having trouble with how we could provide for and love another child. Dale, my fathers best friend came to me one night. I was very surprised, because I hadn't thought about him in years. The colors around him were vivid and bright, he was kind and caring. He told me that everything would be ok, that this child is a blessing to our family and we would be just fine. As I watched him leaving me, he turned one last time and said to me "Gail, the baby is healthy, and it's a girl." I woke up crying, because I had never said anything to anyone, but I was worried about having a baby at the age of 35. Well 6 months later, our daughter Megan was born, very health, and he was right, she is the light of our lifes. Then my next ADC was in October 1999 right after my father crossed over. We had been fighting luekmia all summer, then in October he got very ill again. I stayed by his side in the hospital taking care of him and doing everything in my power to try to save him one more time. I was the one who got to hear his last heartbeat, and to prononce him gone. When I got home about three hours after he passed, I was in bed and had just feel asleep, when I heard him calling my name over and over. I haven't heard him since, partly because I am still griving and distraught over loosing him. But even my children agree, our door bell rings everyonce in a while and when we open the door there is no one there, even the cat looks out like someone is there, but we can't see them. We know that my father is always with us and that ringing the door bell is his way to say "I'm here, see you next time". Thank you for letting us share with everyone. I really enjoyed reading the other entrys, it helps to know that we all have someone to lean on.

June 28, this year was the 6th anniversary of my mom's passing. At 2:45 AM that morning my Dads phone started ringing a really strange type of ring. When we pick it up no one is there,but there's a funny humming in the background & lots of static type noise. It's still happening all through the day and night! The phone company has been here 5 times and can't find any reason for it. My daughter and I feel in our hearts that it is mom trying to contact us. It doesn't happen on our other phone line we have. Only on Dads. Has this happened to anyone else? Lily