I lost my 33 year old son, Michael, on 11-22-08 due to accidental heroin overdose. I am not a person who believes in "ghosts" or spirits floating around etc. I believe in afterlife. I just want to relate what happened the first week of my son's death. My son died at his close friend's home and it was he who found him in his bathroom. His name is Aaron. Right after my son died, Aaron told us that a light came on in his china cabinet that had not worked in 6 or 8 years. It just came on. Aaron is very active in his church and said to even think that Michael had something to do with it went against all he believes. However, he says he cannot help thinking he did. I live with my mom and that first week, her kitchen light began flickering at times. I pretty much just figured everyone was looking for signs out of a desperate need for them. I chalked it up to coincidence, or noticing things we would not otherwise notice or think anything of. However, just a few hours shy of one week of my son's death, I was in the kitchen and the lightbulb went completely dark. I looked up at it and thought, "see, it was just going bad after all". Just then it came back on fully lit. I started to cry, saying "thankyou Michael". A few hours later, my mom and I were in the kitchen and that light bulb went dark and never lit back up again. A day or two later, my younger son, Jason, and I were in the taco bell drive through. We were discussing the light thing and I was telling Jason that if we can believe in an "omni-everything" God, maybe it is possible that he gave us a sign, or Michael's energy did as it left this world. Jason said "Mom, I am his brother and have asked him for a sign, how come he gives me none?". At that very moment, as we were waiting in line, a street lamp went dark. I pointed it out to Jason and just as he looked up at it, it came right back on. Then it went that yellow-orangish glow that they get when they are going out. Well, for weeks, I watched that street lamp. It was dark. Then one day, I was in the taco bell line again, and darned if that light did not pop on again. As I exited the taco bell line after getting my food, it turned orangish again. I went around to the Wendy's (yes, I was getting food at two places). When I exited their line, the lamp was totally dark. I pulled up to the stop sign and looked up at it and said "Okay, Michael, if you have anything to do with that light, turn it on". At that instance, that street lamp came back on fully lit. I was so flabbergasted that I cannot describe it. I still don't know if it was all coincidence, but I no longer look for "signs". I guess somehow that last time of the light popping on gave me some peace.
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