I was returning from Florida to Tennessee when my son died in a car accident that went home due to a daughter's football match. I got roadside information outside of Atlanta and I plan to spend the night with my friends. My first reaction was to scream, hit the steering wheel and cry. I forced myself to stay calm and arrived at my friend's house, where I collapsed and fell into sorrow.
My friend had to leave for a short time, and I assured her that I could be alone. When I sat down and wondered why, crying and feeling sadly, I felt overwhelming. I suddenly knew that my son was fine somewhere, and I felt calm and almost calm.
Of course, I am still fighting, but this is for my loss, my family and his family, a wife and three daughters.
The daughter with whom he got on the bus broke his ankle in the hospital and tore the pancreas, otherwise it would be fine. My daughter-in-law asked if I would stay with her overnight. I am the same as my older daughter. I told Shaye how I feel peace, I feel the presence of her father. She smiled and thanked me for telling her. She said that at night, she felt that someone was holding her hand, no one was there, she knew it was her father.
One of my favorite things about going to Steve's house is watching the bluebird on the bird feeder. I have already mentioned it to him, he said that they may be birds in the true sense.
A few days before his funeral, I sent him some psychological information asking him to send me a blue bird, which in my opinion was a blue Jay.
On the morning of his funeral, I looked at the bedroom window, two blue birds flew to the tree, gently and briefly because the branches were not very strong - they flew away - but they were there. They are definitely there.
It all happened in late May and early June.
My granddaughter said after listening to my story about the Bluebird: "I want to ask Uncle Steve to send me some." She was only 9 years old.
In the fall, she called me from Gainesville. She and her mother, one of my daughters, went to the Gator competition. Steve has gone to the University of Florida and is a loyal crocodile team fan.
"Guess what Grandma!" Her voice was very excited. Uncle Steve had two blue birds flying in front of us during the halftime break. "
I know, I may be out of trouble on this issue, there is no pun, but in the half time, how long does the Bluebird fly in front of the crowd?
The next incident happened to one of my daughters. I have four and one is the main skeptic.
Almost a year after Steve's death - The family joined the first Steve McCauley Memorial Golf Tournament to raise funds for students in need at local high schools.
My daughter is sitting in his office and playing a CD on the tee. A cocktail party the night before the game.
I received another call. "Mom, you won't believe this. Wait a minute, I will talk to you. You will believe it."
"Trust me my question?"
"I was sitting in Steve's office. When I looked out the window, I tried to decide which songs I wanted to put on the CD.
I did not guess. I know.
"Mom!" - She almost shouted - "This is a blue bird." a blue bird," she repeated.
It's been four years now, I still send some news to Steve. It relieved me of the loss I thought he heard.
One morning, I was waiting to pick up his wife at the car dealer service center. I was parked under the drape by the showroom. A blue Jay danced in front of my car, sat on one of the circles, took out your cigarette, rotated it, and then faced me, he patted his wings and flew directly through my car.
And my friends, you can call me a sentimental, or reach out to get straw, want to believe, mother and grandma on the mountain, but I know that the birds flying over us are not coincidental. This is why I believe in life after death.
I know that Steve is somewhere, somewhere.
Orignal From: My son sends evidence to me from the other side.
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