Eight years ago this month, my daughter Yolanda was murdered. This is always a hard time for us to get through. I have had some really bazaar things happen recently. I am bedbound and watch a lot of tv. Sometimes I forget to turn it off before I go to sleep. One morning I woke up to a picture frozen on the screen. That never happens. The tv will turn itself off if it freezes up or if it has been on the same channel for too long. And the picture looked like one of my girls sleeping on a couch surrounded by boxes. It didnt make any sense, but it seemed so familiar. It took three times trying before I could turn it off. After that I began hearing voices near me when nobody else was in my room. Someone would whisper in my ear but I could never hear what they said. There were noises like something falling in my room, but nothing seemed to be disturbed. Then the other day my daughter Samantha found a picture of Yolanda on a shelf in clear view out in the garage. My pictures were in little picture boxes that were put away when I was in the hospital. I never had any of them loose and Sammi had searched for months and was never able to locate them. I think Yolanda is trying to reach out to me, but I dont know how to reach back.