Signs or imagination ?? Since Wend has been gone, several strange things have happened which can’t all be rationally explained. Are these events the product of an overactive imagination and a need for comfort, or truly signs from Wend trying to let us know that life goes on and she is all right. The first occurrence was the day after Wends’ funeral. During the service we played the song ‘Amazed’ by Lonestar. This was ‘our song’ and was also played at our wedding. It is very rare to hear it on the radio as it is not a popular record and the group Lonestar are not particularly well known. The day after the funeral service, Matt, Sarah and I returned by car to the Crematorium to look at the floral tributes as we had not had time to look at them on the previous day. The car radio was on and as we turned into the driveway of the Crematorium, ‘Amazed’ came on the radio. Was it Wend letting us know she was there with us ? After spending some time at the Crematorium, we decided to visit a local pub on the way home for a bite of lunch. As we sat in the bar waiting for our food, we were listening to the ‘piped’ music emanating from behind the bar. A ‘rap’ style record was playing, and as we listened to the words, we heard the singer singing the lyric ‘my name is Wendyanne, my name is Wendyanne’ !! Was this another sign from my darling wife. ? The next event occurred about 4 days after Wend had passed away. I was lying in bed and although mentally wide awake, had not yet opened my eyes. I was contemplating getting up when suddenly I got the most overpowering scent of Wendy. To all intents and purposes, it was truly as if she was lying in the bed next to me. I did not open my eyes as I did not want to spoil the moment, so I just lay there. After a couple of minutes, the scent faded away, but it had been so real. A couple of nights later I had a strange dream. I dreamt that I was looking at photographs of Wend and suddenly noticed for the first time that she was not wearing her glasses in any of the photos. The dream was so real that when I got up the next morning, I went straight to look at the photos to see if she was wearing glasses or not. Of course, she was. Was this a message to let us know that where she is now, she is whole again and doesn’t need glasses any more ? Another morning a few weeks later, I was lying in bed when I saw Wend standing by the side of the bed. She was bathed in an incredibly bright white light, so bright that I couldn’t see what she was wearing. Although the light was so intense, it didn’t hurt my eyes. She looked down at me, smiled, then stooped and kissed me on the lips and then disappeared. All I know is that I am certain I didn’t imagine it and that I wasn’t dreaming and as she kissed me I could briefly feel her lips on mine. On Easter Saturday morning, I was standing in the kitchen feeling very tearful and thinking of Wend, and looking out of the kitchen window at her tree, when all of a sudden there was a flash of bright light out of the corner of my left eye. I looked to my left thinking it was the under cabinet lights flickering, but then saw that they weren’t even turned on ! It was a definite flash of light in the kitchen and could not have come from outside. Was it Wend trying to console me ?? The same thing has happened to me whilst standing in the garden looking at the flowers and thinking of Wend. This time the flash was to my right, and as before, when I turned to look, there was nothing there. Finally, as I lay in bed one night, very upset and in tears again, it suddenly felt as if someone has gently laid their hand on my shoulder. I didn’t see or hear anything, just had this feeling that someone was comforting me. I so want to believe it was Wend. I was recently watching a documentary on TV and it showed an aerial shot of Bamburgh Head Castle in Northumberland. Some years earlier, Wend and I had stood on exactly the same spot and had our photo taken with the castle in the background. As I watched the scene on the TV I said out loud to Wend, ‘We stood there darling and had our picture taken didn’t we ?’. As I said this, I turned my head and looked at the digital photo frame in the lounge and what picture was shown on the screen ? Yes, us taken at Bamburgh Head with the castle behind us. Considering there are hundreds of photos in that frame, what are the odds of that photo coming up at exactly the same moment as the scene was shown on TV ? I believe it was Wend again letting me know she was nearby and watching over me. Today (21-4-10) Matt and I met for a drink and a chat at a pub in Coulsdon. We spoke of Wend and in the conversation I told him of the day that the new Coulsdon bypass was opened. I told him how they had opened it to pedestrians only on the first day and that Wend and I had had our photo taken, standing in the middle of the new road. When I came home a couple of hours later, I looked at the digital photo frame and what photo was displayed ? Yes, the one taken on the bypass that day ! Again, what were the odds of that photo coming up at that moment out of all the photos on that frame ? I think Wend was letting me know she had been listening to me and Matt and was letting me know. Earlier this year, I met up with Peter and Stella in Tilgate Park. The idea was to have a nice walk with the dog and then go to a country pub for lunch. We met in the car park to the Park as arranged and then all walked across the road into Tilgate Park. As we stepped into the Park, I turned to Stella and said ‘the last time I was here was with Wend and we brought the boys to see the children’s zoo’. As I said this, I looked down and there, on the ground at my feet, was a beautiful little red silk heart. What were the chances of me finding a heart as I spoke of Wend ? Was it a message to let me know she was there with me ? On 26th November this year, the second anniversary of losing Wend, Sarah and I spent the day in London trying to take our minds off the sadness of the day. On our way home, we went to Charing Cross Station to catch the train home. As we sat down, Sarah sat on a pair of seats, closest to the train window, and I sat on the window seat of a line of three seats opposite her. As I put my right hand down on the centre seat beside me to make myself comfortable, I felt something under my hand. As I lifted my hand, I saw a blue crystal plastic heart on the seat beside me. How could that have been a coincidence, especially bearing in mind the day in question ? And blue was Wends’ favourite colour. Another message to let us know she was nearby ? I choose to believe it is Wend letting us know she is watching over us and is still close to us, especially at times of sadness and grief.