VERY SPECIAL HUGS

I want to share something with you. I will try to be brief. Bryan was killed on a Saturday evening and as you well know, I was a total absolute wreck. On Monday morning, I went to one of the local walk-in doctor's offices still crying hysterically. I told the nurse that I needed to see a doctor. "I need something to calm me down just some. I want to feel all the pain I am suppose to feel but I need some help". She asked me if I was the mother of the boy that was killed over the weekend that had been in the morning paper. I cried even harder. I had not seen the paper. She told me that she was going to put me in a room in the back. Half the lights are burnt out in that room and she thought that would be a better place for me ...subdued lighting. I told her my story and begged her please to tell the doctor. Please do not make me have to repeat my story. Once she left, I calmed down some. I slumped back in a chair with my legs outstretched and dropped my chin to my chest. I guess I felt I was in a place where I could finally get some help...some peace. Surely the doctor could help me! As I was sitting there with my eyes closed waiting for the doctor, I "saw" a blueish-greyish oval image that appeared to be moving ever so slightly. I really paid it no attention but just sat there patiently waiting for the doctor. The image slowly moved toward me until it got right in front of my face. Then two lips appeared. Without opening my eyes and I really did not know then what I was doing, I leaned forward in my chair and kissed the two lips. The door opened and the doctor walked in with me leaning forward and "kissing the air". I looked at her dumbfounded and said, "You will NEVER believe what just happened". "What?" "My son just kissed me goodbye." She bit her bottom lip and walked out the door. The same nurse came back in and held me ever so tightly and prayed with me. Thanks for letting me tell these stories. Guess I had to get them out of my head. Our children are with us! With lots of love and admiration for the support you give us. Mickey Godfrey, Charleston, SC

I stayed in the car with Noah while Doug took the puppy over to Rosie. I visit Rosie often and put colorforms on the vault door. I decorate for holidays and bring special things that relate to special days. Other times I just put up Blues Clues or Pooh or Sesame Street colorforms. As Doug walked over he saw a colorform of the dog "Magenta" from Blues Clues. When he got closer he realized there were no stickers on the wall at all! So guess what our dogs name is...no, not Phoebe. Her name is Magenta. We just assumed Rosie named her for us. Heck, if Rosie were here, there is a very good chance that is what she would have named her, and who would contest it? Not me. I am glad Rosie named her brother, Noah and now our dog, Magenta!

Whether this was really a sign or just a strong imagination at work on an emotional day (Fathers Day and Doug's Birthday) I dont care, to me, Rosie named this puppy. Anne (See Rosie in Darren's Friends in Heaven Album)

 

 When Ann sent me this photo with her Easter wishes, I was thrilled when she said I could put it on this page. Noah was born about 4 months after Rosie died. Of course they are brother and sister but this computer altered image puts them together and can bring a smile to all of us. 

 

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Hi Julane, I just had to write you! Our son, David, knew how I was always fixing the clocks for the right time. I hated when the clocks would be off by more than a couple minutes one way or other. And, how much his mother hated it when he would leave the closed captioning on on the TV. The alarm in our bedroom quit working, then the clock, itself, quit altogether. Then a few days later our clocks would be off by hours as the clock in our bedroom was all of a sudden an hour behind, and when we came downstairs the kitchen clock would be an hour ahead! Then the time on the TV in our bedroom was way off, as was the one in the living room. These, too, were off by hours one way or other. Several other family members' clocks were doing strange things, also. Grandma is almost a thousand miles away and her clocks were stopping and they had new batteries in them! Also, he would stay up late watching TV, turn the sound down as to not disturb us and then he would turn on the closed captioning. His mom would always tell him to turn it off but he would forget. Well, after he had passed away, the closed captioning would be on on the TV in the living room and no one had turned it on. This happened a few times and quit as suddenly as it started. I have a calculator that has a voice recorder so that you can put a short message or memo on it. One day we were just goofing around with it and there was a goofy laugh left on there. Sometime later, mom and Joey were talking about Dave and some of the things he used to do and just trying to comfort each other, and all of a sudden this laugh would come on with no one by the calculator! This happened a couple times just when they were talking about him! Didn't do it before this and hasn't done it since. Thank you for the beautiful work you have done to your pages. Karen, Ron and Joey Landa (\o/)

When you look at his picture, you will see the image of an Angel floating beside Clint. It looks like she's kissing him on the head. We had been Christmas shopping and I just took some pictures. We developed them about 3 weeks after he had passed. I was so surprised when I saw this. Love, Ann, mother of Clint Burns (4/19/74 - 12/23/98)

Thank you for this wonderful site for our Angels Julane. God Bless You, Jane

The next night, I fell asleep in the guest room at my dad's house and woke up a short time later because someone whispered into my ear twice, "Wake up and look out the window, Jenny, it's OK." I thought it was my brother but no one was there when I woke up, and when I looked through the blinds, all I could see was the porch light on the house across the street and I thought to myself "Ok, what I am supposed to be looking at?". Right about then, that porch light became very bright and seemed to rise a bit, and everything around it took on a hazy, darker apperance, as though it was underwater. I felt the most amazing sense of peace and warmth as I stared in awe, but I was also a little startled and couldn't believe what I was seeing. My heart was racing, so I buried my face in my pillow and told myself to calm down and go back to sleep, and the next morning when I asked my brother if he had tried to wake me up, he looked at me like I was crazy.

I am convinced that an angel whispered into my ear that night so that I could have a glimpse of Rachel's spirit and know that she is happy; I was apprehensive because I didn't have a traditional burial and I really felt like her spirit wanted to let me know she was pleased with the way I'd done it, too. I feel very lucky to have had such an experience, and I only wish more bereaved parents could experience something like this.

Occasionally, I'll see beautiful yellow butterflies that come very close to me, and I always think of Rachel when I see them. Thanks for letting me share my story. Jen

On the day we let our daughter Diana go, a white dove flew into my neighborhood and we had never seen it before. It visited us every day and sat over the swing when my friend and I sat and talked. It even ate out of our hand. We called it Diana. It came everyday for about three months then we never saw it again. I think someone else must have needed reassurances more than we did at that time. She had given her friend a porcelain dove for Christmas with the note, "As long as you have one and I have the other, we will be friends through Eternity." Her friend had cancer. He passed away three days later. We put her dove in her hand to take with her to the grave and we were praying the rosary and I thought, "that dove looks like it would fly away." I stood up to greet someone and turned around and the dove was sitting on top of her hand. No one has ever been able to explain how that happened. She was a very special person and she has sent our whole family many signs to let us know she is happy where she is. Yesterday, October 2nd was her birthday and she would have been thirty seven years old. It has been five and a half years but we still miss her as if it were yesterday. Thank you for letting me share with you.

I kept asking God why He had allowed this tragedy to fall on me and why He had decided to let my child die. I couldn't understand. All I knew was that I was devastated beyond description and had never felt so helpless and completely out of control in my entire life! After about twenty minutes of sitting there in that heavy downpour under that blackened sky, I felt the need to pray my rosary. I held those rosary beads so tightly that I could feel them digging into the flesh of my fingertips. I could hear my own voice so I knew I was praying, but the words were just words. I knew not what I was saying.

When I finished praying the rosary, I made the sign on the cross and I slowly lifted my head and opened my eyes. I was absolutely in awe of what I saw. What I wouldn't have given to have had a camera with me, but that's okay that I didn't because for as long as I live on this earth, that image will be, forever, implanted in my mind and in my heart. The sky was still completely black except for a small patch in the southeastern sky. In that space was the most incredibly beautiful rainbow that I had ever seen in my life.

At that moment I knew that my child WAS okay! He was safe. He was home! He was in my heart and would never be further away from me than inside my heart. To this day when I am having one of those "harder" days, I think of that rainbow and find peace within my heart and mind. Chuck lives on and he always will. God is good.......He loved me that day as He always has. He allowed me to find that peace and reassurance that my son was and always will be with me and okay.
    Chuck's Mom Forever... Mary Catherine Jones - See Chuck in Darren's Friends in Heaven Album.

We first released the balloon for Cory with his angel pic attached. It immediately rose to lofty heights and headed north. We then released the balloon for Darren, Maki, and Andy with the "three angels" pic attached. Again, the balloon immediately rose to a lofty height and then headed north.

It was then time for the balloon release for our Mark, our Airmail to Heaven. The balloons first rose a bit, drifted south and parallel to the ground, heading south...then up to a lofty height, then slowly down again about half way to the ground. From there, the balloons headed east and then north just below the tree line for approximately 100 yards, then slightly west, making sort of a semi circle pattern around us as we stood near Mark's grave. The balloons then lifted, dipped briefly once more, then were off, up and away, proceeding north, like the first two balloons. This whole process took about ten minutes.

Coincidence? Well, maybe, but, there was little wind, and no noticeable change in wind direction. It was as though the path was just Divinely different enough, as though Mark was telling us he was okay, and just lingered a bit, before having to go so that we would know. I believe this was my sign for which I've been praying. I had goose bumps and the outside temp was a record 108 F.

Mark Duncan is in the Friends in Heaven Photo Album. Please visit and see more beautiful photos.

My special angel passed away 12/12/1959 in Hawthorne, Ca. Her name is Vicki Lynn Tune she was 4 1/2 when she went to live with Jesus. Vicki had a cancer called "Neuro-Blastoma" - what a silent killer. One day she was as healthy as she could be, the next her abdomen was filed with this deadly killer. Vicki was a very precious little angel and I feel so blessed that our Heavenly Father let me be her Mom for a short while and care for her until he wanted her back.

Vicki had many special things happen to her while she was sick, such a long eight months. A couple of weeks after her surgery all of the family came out to see her, we knew her days were numbered. All the visitors decided to go to Disneyland, of course Vicki could not go, but her Nanny asked her what she wanted, Vicki wanted a tinker bell. The first night she had the tinker bell I heard it ringing in the middle of the night, I went running into her room thinking something was wrong. I turned on the light and asked, "whats wrong sweetie?" Vicki started laughing and said, "I just wanted to see if you would come." What a character she was. But there were many nights to come when she really did need me and I would hear the little tinkle of the bell.

One night she rang it and I went into her room, she said to me, "Mommy do you see them?" Thinking she was hallucinating, I turned on the lamp by her bed. Her eyes were wide open and she said to me again, "Mommy do you see them?" I answered, "Who" She said "the angels." I said, "Where are they?" And she said, "There's one there and there and there and there." Indicating each corner of her bed. Each one had different colored hair, Vicki was very detailed about their description. Then she pointed to the foot of her bed and said, "He is right there." I asked who?, she said, "Jesus, and he is holding out his arms for me to come to him. But I am not ready yet."

She was in and out of the hospital many times during the eight months. The last time she went in the hospital we knew she would not be coming home with us, but going home with her Heavenly Father. At the end she asked me again, "Mommy do you see them?" I said no honey, she said, "well Jesus is here and He is holding out His arms again, I think I will go with Him this time cause I am really, really tired." Those were the last words she spoke, then she went into a semi-coma and a few hours later she went home with Jesus.

You know the years have passed but its as if it was yesterday, I never stop missing her or wondering what her life would have been. I have since lost a grand-son Zac/16 and a grand-daughter Natalia/17. The pain from losses like these is almost unbearable, there is no medication we can take to help this kind of pain. However, our Heavenly Father knows and feels our pain with us and we are never without his grace and love. I just wanted to share this with all the parents who have had their special angels go home. Betty Donaldson

My angel Tahnee Sue left us on June 2, 1999. She was 21 years old. Summer was passing, my dread of autumn and of winter was upon me every moment. I have always felf a sadness in the fall, because everything dies. It was magnified that first year and I truly did not know if I would survive the pain. On August 6th the leaves had not even begun to change yet, but I knew it was going to happen. Suddenly, I looked up and a leaf began swirling down ever so slowly, I reached out and it landed softly in my hand. Perfect, green, gold and red and there was Tahnee's voice whispering in my ear, "Everything will be alright, Mom." Well, autumn came and I was still in my own world of pain and isolation. A nurse I worked with told me about a little white dog I would just fall in love with. I already had my daughter's dog; I felt disloyal even thinking about another dog, but i did go see the dog, a little white shizu-pu. It looked like a tiny sheered lamb. Well, I brought her home and by the time the snow began to fall she was a total fluff of white curls and big dark eyes. I still had not formally named her, until I began taking her outside in the snow. Now, I never was one to go out and play in the snow for years and there I was watching this little curly snow ball go blip, blip, splat in the snow. Every night we would go out and play in the snow under the stars, I wasn't even cold. I could feel Tahnee watching us sometimes, feeling the warmth from her. I finally named my little fluff of a dog, Minx. This had been my nick-name for Tahnee since she was a little thing, because she was so full of fun and antics just like this little dog. I love you forever, my darling Tahnee. Just as you did on earth, you have given me sweet magicical moments from heaven. Thank you, angel of mine. Mommy

Julane, This is my Roland. I told you about the blue rose he sent me. This picture did not have the bright light in the background when Roland and I put it on the Internet. Right after he died I went in to send it to someone and You see What I saw, The Light is all around him he was my light. Thank You for listening. God Bless, Mary

My son, Jeff, shot himself on Christmas day, 2001. Long story, he was 31, I miss him every day and will never be the same. On the following Easter, I had a Christmas Cactus that was given to me at his funeral. It bloomed with one red flower and I felt Jeff was telling me he had been resurrected and was OK and in heaven with God. When the following Christmas came the cactus bloomed as it was supposed to with every stem having a bloom. I really knew then that Jeff had sent me a message from heaven on Easter because we all know that Christmas Cactus blooms once a year on Christmas. He is with Jesus and at peace. His message brought me peace too. Thanks. Patti Robinson

By Julane: My mother died on Dec. 7, 1987 and a friend I worked with gave me a little pink Christmas cactus. For the first few years, it was always in bloom on December 7th (and done blooming, way before Christmas) but after those first few years, it also was in bloom on February 15th, which is my mom's birthday. Well, this year February came and went and it didn't bloom, I felt kind of sad about that. However, it is blooming now and I know the reason, my brother's dear wife died last April 21st and I am sure it is blooming to tell me (and my brother) that Pam is in heaven with our mother. I really wish someone had given me a Christmas cactus when Darren died, because now, I truly believe they are a direct link to heaven. Jeff's cactus blooms at Christmas, his heaven anniversary, my mom's cactus is not in bloom at Christmas but rather on December 7th and her birthday. Blooming at Easter is certainly a sign from heaven.

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