my loving companion, John Bare, of nine years recently when
he was killed in a motorcycle accident. He was on his way
to work and never made it. Since that gray day, Nov. 4, 2003,
I have put my spirituality in high gear.
stories stand out to me because this has also happened to
me since John died. The first was when I was at a diner with
a friend for breakfast. I grabbed the check to say it was
"my treat," but when I went to the cashier and looked at the
bill, I was surprised to see that it read $11.11. I was beaming;
that was my first.
was a couple of weeks ago. I was at work and we have to use
the first 3 and the last 4 digits of our customers' phone
number for their "control number." I was working on a deal
and had to input the "control number" for a certain customer.
To my surprise, the last four digits of the phone number were
recent experience was once again at work. I had several cars
going to another dealer, and the other dealer needed to know
the amount of the check they should write out for the vehicles
we were selling them. To my surprise, the total added up to
$201,111.07. I smiled and told my co-worker, "Look, another
set of four 1's."
believe it is a connection with the afterlife. I believe that
angels are always around. I have had many spiritual experiences
since the passing of my John. I love them all and believe
in them. A year ago I was questioning my spirituality. This
year I am swimming in the divine feeling I am experiencing
through my spiritual growth.
the other experiences that I have: My first sign was an old
card John had given me years ago on Valentines Day. It read,
"I will always love you, Melissa, Happy Valentines Day. Love,
John." I found this card in my pantry by surprise, on the
floor. How did it get there?
I was looking all over for my lip balm. I couldn't find it
anywhere. That night as I pulled my sheets and blankets back
to jump into bed, there it lay with a small gift box next
to it. How did that happen? Was that a gift kiss?
white feathers here and there in the house one weekend. I
told the kids, "Daddy must have earned his wings," and we
just dismissed it. That Monday morning after the weekend was
over, I noticed my black cat had something hanging on his
fur as he sat drinking from his water dish. Boy, did I ever
smile when I found out it was a white feather. It was my John,
I just know it.
up one morning to someone giving me a puckering kiss. It was
so real. Like it was John but I could not see him, only hear
the best stories took place at my John's accident scene. When
I received the accident report it stated that there had been
two witnesses. I called each witness to hear their story of
my love's final moments. It was a bit mysterious because Darcey,
one of the witnesses, talked so heavenly about a third man
in a "business suit" who was talking with my husband in his
final moments. The second witness, Robert, also mentioned
the "man in the business suit," but was not sure where he
came from. This man sat on the road with my husband holding
his hand and talking very calmly and beautifully to him. Darcey
said she was quite envious of this man who sat with my husband.
"He was so warm and loving. I wish I had been the one to be
so calm," she told me. The man in the "business suit" never
left his name and number, and he disappeared as soon as the
medics arrived. Later, she believed he was an angel preparing
John for his journey. I believe it, too. I really do.