My Great Grandma, Eunice, was a beautiful woman. When Eunice died, my Mama lost a great teacher (that's what Mama said). She died at Thanksgiving dinner, at my Uncle's house, sitting at her place at the table, during the Blessing of the Meal. That was about ten years ago.
My Uncle called my Mama up a couple of months ago to tell her that Eunice's locked cabinet (she collected salt and pepper shakers and kept them locked up) was rattling. He said that it sounded as if something was trying to get out. He tried to open it, but it was locked, and the key was no where to be found. Not wanting to ruin the antique, he wanted Mama to tell him where the key was.
Mama's Dad wanted a box of Eunice's recipes. She cooked like she was still in the "Old Country" and he would have liked to keep them as a reminder of where we all came from. The box was missing since Eunice died. She had used the recipes for Thanksgiving meal, so they knew it was around somewhere close.
Her cousin wanted a special photo album that had pictures in it of Mama's Uncle Larry (he has been missing for a long time. There are not many pictures of him), but could not find that.
Mama told them all to be quiet and LISTEN. Some thing would come clear to them shortly. Guess what? It did.
One night while my Uncle was sleeping, the cabinet squeaked open on its own. That same day, my Grandpa (Mama's Dad) went into his computer room and found Eunice's recipe box on his computer desk (It should have been seven hours away, at my Uncles house). Mama's cousin came home from taking the kids to school and found the photo album in the utility closet of her house (about five hours past my Uncles house).
I like to think that she was just waiting until everyone was ready to care for these things the way she would have.