I talk to Shane a lot. I have to... not sure I could survive if I didn't. And I get signs from him. Someone else mentioned the dame in their reply. The only explanation for some of these things is that they are a message or a sign from him. I wear a locket with his picture in it, and I have some of the "thumbie" necklaces. One has only his prints, the other has one of mine and one of his. I sleep (or rather, lay down and attempt to sleep) hugging one of his shirts. I cannot ever imagine a time I will be able to let go of him... I am longing for the day I can be reunited

I had quite a prominent sign today...I was totally depressed this morning, as I am every morning when I wake up and realize that this isn't a nightmare. As my son and I were walking toward the bus, I came across a feather, then a nickel, and then a trail of single marijuana leaves. (My husband was an avid pot smoker, as am I)...all in a row, on the same sidewalk...of the downtown area of the city we live in, and I felt a very strong presence with me for the rest of the day. Today marks exactly 2 months since he passed away. Some may think I'm totally nuts...but I truly believe.

No you are not crazy. It will be 1year tomorrow that I lost the love of my life. I miss him every moment of everyday. I also have pictures of him & us all over & I talk to him everyday. My love was cremated and I have a necklace with his ashes & I wear it daily along with his watch.
Your emotions will be all over the place. I have a quote that I read
daily to help on grieving.... "Grief never ends, but it changes. It's a passage not a place to stay. Grief is Not a sign of Weakness Nor a Lack of Faith. It is the price of LOVE."

I love your rabbit story! That is priceless. Rocky must have had a good sense of humor.
My husband had a sense of humor too. He died 10 days before his big 70th birthday. On his birthday, I was walking outside alone, and it started hailing, of all things. I live in a Southern California beach town, where that never happens! He was from the cold Northeast, so I felt this hail was a sign from him, letting me know he made it safely on the other side, and was doing okay. Also a bit of a joke on me.
Kinda sounds like your rabbit...

Aw, Nev... hugs to you. You are definitely not alone. I lost my husband a month ago and still talk to him many times a day. I also got a journal app for my Kindle Fire and write to him daily, sharing all of my experiences each day, my feelings and my love for him. It helps. I kiss his pillow and his photos and smell his clothes just to somehow feel close to him again. I alo think I'm going crazy sometimes, but am doing the best I can. It's a really painful process. We are here for you on this journey. Reach out when you need to and we'll be there. Take care of yourself. My deepest condolences to you. Hugs, Kathy

Wow! The outpouring of stories and love is amazing here. Thank you ALL! Yes, Rocky had a great sense of humor.
How do we manage to go on after this? People tell me one day at a time and sometimes moment to moment. I want to be with him yet know that is not a thought I should be entertaining. I am trying to stay strong
I believe in these signs. Feathers, birds, weather, rabbits, leaves, whatever they are that mean something that only we can understand. I believe these are messages from them to us; messages to tell us that they are still with us, checking in on us and letting us know they made it to the Spirit world alright.
Someone recently told me that someday I would meet somebody who would keep me company but I cannot fathom that at this point. I just want my Rocky back even if I know that's not possible.
My mind wonders....I sometimes snap back into reality and realize I had taken myself on a memory journey; I must look like I'm just staring blankly into space. It's hard to stay present at times.
I keep thinking what might have been and if only he had gone to see a doctor, he wouldn't have had the heart attack. I blame myself for not making him go and then I realize that he was a very strong willed man who thought he was bullet proof.
I wait for him to appear in my dreams and then hope I will remember the dream.