My mother past away from a two year battle with cancer in October of 2005; overall it was a terrible experience. She went from weighing 150 pound most of her adult life; to weighing 80 some pounds and suffering from not being able to eat. I have two older sisters. I am the youngest boy and the only boy. Immediately after my mothers passing, both of my sisters had small experiences that hinted to them that my mother was happy and no longer in any pain (we seem to pass "the Gift" thought-out our family). However, I had nothing, no sign, no clues/feeling, no dreams, nothing.
Two years to the day after my mothers passing, I walked up into my bedroom. On my dresser mirror in the room, I keep a Mass card from my mother's wake stuck a quarter of the way in between the mirror glass and the wood from the mirror. I went upstairs, walked into my bedroom and the first thing I noticed was this mass card (a picture of Jesus praying and staring into the heavens) flipped upright in a laundry basket on the floor about two and a half feet away from the mirror. I put the Mass card back on the mirror and dropped it about fifteen different times and never once did it get within a foot of falling into the basket. As I mentioned I am in tune with my sixth sense, but I have always tried to ignore visitors or certain feelings. I stopped dropping the card and finally said, "Mom if that's you, I love you and I really hope you are proud of me". That is something she would always say to me.
I went downstairs and told my wife what I just experienced (she was already well aware of my families "gift"). I wanted to let my stepfather know what just took place. He hasn't been himself lately with the anniversary of my mother's passing and with the holiday coming, his spirits were down. I told him the entire story in detail, and I ending it by saying "I hope this kind of thing does not freak you out or make you feel worse, I felt I needed to tell you... It was probably just the wind or something anyhow". He told me "no I actually look forward to these kinds of stories from you and your sisters". We said our goodbyes and hung up the phone.
Their is a part of the story that I did not mention. My wife and I had a brand new baby girl this year July 2007. We named her after my mother. I have two other children. Both of my children, my wife and I, are Italian and we all have olive colored skin and dark brown eyes. My mother was Scotch/Irish and had fair skin and blue eyes. Our new baby has fair skin and blue eyes as well. In addition, it is really strange when I look in my baby's blue eyes they remind me of my mother's (not the color but the soul- an old soul - if that makes any sense). Sorry, I got a little off track, but it's important to the rest of the story.
It was about 1:00 that same night. My wife fell asleep on the couch downstairs (clearly exhausted from dealing with a newborn baby). I could sleep, so I sat downstairs and stared at some show on the television. I heard the baby crying through our monitor. I walked into my bedroom and that same mass card of Jesus was sitting in the basket flipped upright in the exact same place! Before that day, I never read that back of that Mass card; I read a line in the card in capital letters and it said " AND TO YOU I GIVE THE GREATEST GIFT OF ALL..."