Signs?? Signs!! Signs??

(Eric, please add my camera phone pic I took today if you can. THANKS!)

If you've been reading, you know I've been anxiously waiting any "signs" Christi may possibly be sending me- letting me know she's still with me. This morning while doing some computer work the phone rang twice and no one was there. I didn't think anything of it.

On my way down to meet with one of my OSU Professors this afternoon, I was listening to a CD where parents are sharing things that have happened after their children have died and of their encounters with this certain "mediator". (OK, now I really know what you're thinking - Angela has lost it now! Well, you may very well be right, but......) One mother mentioned that her phone rings and no one is there and she believes its her son. Sooooooooooooo, I began to talk with Christi (again) and I told her that I really need a sign. "If your sign for me was the phone ringing this morning and I missed it was you please do a bigger sign for me."

Just a short while later I noticed a jet stream cross in the sky - just like she noticed over our house after her first Holy Communion in 2004 when she pointed it out and said something like, "I wonder if that's Grandpa Vince" watching over us. So, now I'm freaked out and I joked with Christi, "If that was you, it wasn't enough. You don't do anything average. I need more." Soon I noticed the sky again and there was a second cross, made out of jet airstreams which formed beside it and I laughed, "That's much more Christi like." Then - I really felt like it was her - A THIRD CROSS was formed in the sky as the jet streams crossed high above the first two crosses. I immediately pulled over and snapped a picture to capture what I believe was my sign from Christi. (Or just to let everyone know it's true, I'm a freak! Smile.)

Tonight, driving back home I was pretty upset. I started talking to Christi. Soon a baby fawn jumped out in front of me and I had to say, "Christi if there was you, telling me not to cry, don't do something dangerous next time. Stick with the crosses in the sky." I'll keep looking up!

And while I'm talking "signs" I must share this email which we received tonight and which gives us tremendous comfort knowing our little Angel may very well be continuing her earth work of comforting little kids!! Read on (I'm only going to change the name of the child.)

I had to share a story my sister told me the other day. Her daughter has neuroblastoma and is only 3 so her vocabulary is limited. She woke the other morning and told my sister, "Mommy I dreamed about a ballerina." My sister said, "What did she say?" Emma replied, "Hi Emma," and that was the end of the conversation. My sister didn't even think Emma knew what the word "ballerina" meant because they have never read books about ballerinas nor does Emma take ballet. Well, later on that day my sister checked your website on which you had that beautiful photo of Christi in the ballet outfit in the clouds of heaven. Emma took one look at it and said, "Mommy that's the ballerina!" We all got goose bumps. Christi is certainly among us and among all the children suffering from this horrible disease.

BACKING UP:
Christi & Shayla: September 15, 2001 (Our Family Bike Ride in Honor of 9/11 Victims)

Sunday found us doing one of our old favorite activites with our long time partners in crime: Aunt Marty and Uncle Jeffy. It was very different just being "three" instead of "four" but it was good to get away for the afternoon. We took a bike ride along one of Ohio's wonderful "rails-to-trails". This was Shayla's first attempting at riding it on a bike and she did a great job at that. Her leisurely pace allowed us to enjoy a butterfly garden and the gorgeous campus of Kenyon College too.