My daughter's 16 year old friend, Eric, committed suicide, so I took her to the cemetery to pay her respects. On the way there, I almost ran out of gas, so I went to the atm for money, but it was closed for repairs. 'Great,' I said, 'now what? I don't even know this town. Where will I get money for gas?' I continued driving until I turned down the wrong road without even thinking about where I was going.I drove about one block, and there on the corner was my bank! I said a quick, 'Thank you, Eric' as I got my money out of the atm. I could actually feel his presence. Before I got to the cemetery, I heard a voice say, 'I like the blue and purple roses.' By then, we were at the cemetery, but I didn't know where the grave was. It was a large cemetery, so I decided to let Eric show us where he was. I parked the car abd walked around. 'I think he is here', I said to my daughter, Jen. We walked around a little, then Jen ran to a grave with blue and purple roses on it! We both! wept and thanked Eric for being so loving and kind to show us where he was buried. It turns out, I parked right across the street from his grave, right where I felt he had told me to park. This was not the first time he had been around me since his death. Once, in a dream, he comforted me. Another time, at night, I couldn't sleep and kept asking him to visit me. The next thing I knew, I saw the figure of a young man, sparkling with electricity. I hope he continues to visit me and Jen, because he was, and still is, a kind and gentle young man. How it changed my life:It has made me realise that death is not final. I have also started to study and develop my psychic abilities since then.
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