I was at my friend Melanie's house the other day. Melanie is an intuitive medium and Aaron speaks to her frequently, but, he has been quite lately; which makes me sad although I think that he must just be busy. While I was on my way driving to her house, Melanie called me on my cell phone. "Guess what just happened? I was driving down the road and two (2) blue herons swooped down right in front of my car and landed in the field." The blue heron one of the very first signs that Aaron sent to let us know that he is around and he continues to send them. Melanie always asks for signs or messages to be sent in two's (one for her and one for me). I also need to add that it's usually the case, that she gets her way too.
I was delighted to hear that Aaron was making himself known, he always likes it whenever we get together and I was just thrilled to hear from him. So I arrived at Melanie's house and as we were chatting by her pool, she said, "Aaron's here and he is saying "Peaches". Why is he saying peaches? Does that mean something?" We had planted a peach tree for him when he was little and that was the only thing that I could think of that would connect to "Peaches". "No, he is not telling me that that is the connection to "Peaches". Melanie said. When Aaron, or any spirit is communicating with Melanie and the connection is confirmed, she is flooded with goosebumps and has a very definitive "knowing" that we are getting the correct message. This was not the case when I mentioned the peach tree. Well, we knew that we just needed to be patient and he would let his meaning of "peaches" unfold.
We were by now floating on rafts in her pool when I noticed something else also floating in the water. There was a small frog floating right along side of us. I scooped the frog out of the pool, only to have him jump right back into the water. "You know," I said. "That would be just like Aaron to send that little frog to see if we would freak out and run from the water in hysteria."" As soon as I said those words, Melanie was completely flooded with confirmation from Aaron, letting us both know that he was still up to his tricks. "He is saying "Peaches" to me again." Melanie said. "What could that mean?" I still had no idea but I knew that he would get his meaning through especially since he kept bringing it up.
It was time for me to head back home. I was a little disappointed not getting the meaning of "peaches" but I told myself to be patient, Aaron has never let me down before. If he is referring to something, then he will stay with it until I "get it". As I opened the door to step outside and collect my belongings and head home, the words played on the radio right by the door, "Grandpa selling peaches". The song: "If Heaven Wasn't So Far Away" was playing and those were the words at that exact moment.
Nothing like a beautiful message from my son to make me cry and smile with such lifting of my heart.
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This is a place where I hope that as you read about my miracles that you may want to share your stories as well. Every validation no matter how grand or how small will lift your heart. Please leave your comments or email them to me at gayleguadagnolo@gmail.com , and I will share them too.
My husband and I were living the ultimate American dream. We had a wonderful family and were proud parents of four beautiful sons. We were so busy enjoying and living life. It was springtime and everything was a buzz as we were making final plans to support two of our boys; who were members of the Syracuse University Men’s lacrosse team, as they competed in the National Championship Games. Then without warning our lives were shattered. Everything that we knew and trusted was ripped from our grasp leaving this unimaginable gaping hole. In the spring of 2008 our son Aaron was killed in a motorcycle accident.
At that time I was not convinced by any stretch of the imagination that there was anything after death, but I also could not accept that he was taken from us. I knew that I had to find a way to fix this horrible tragedy, but how? The hurt was indescribable. I just could not get my head around that this was it, he was gone. How could that be? He was our son, he was supposed to be with us, we were supposed to take care of him and protect him. This pain was too much.
A few months after Aaron’s death I met a Medium, Melanie May and as we later learned, our meeting was completely orchestrated by Aaron. I was reluctant to trust in the abilities of a medium but on the other hand, I would do anything, take any risk to try to get my son back in anyway that I could have him. When I met with Melanie, she told me things that changed my life completely again. She told me things from my son that no one else could know. She told me specific thoughts that I had had about a book that I was reading, and she described in detail the plaque that his dad was making to honor his life. When speaking on the phone she told me right down to the color of the clothes that I was wearing, where I was standing at the moment and the description and color of the coffee cup in my hand. The messages from Aaron that he told Melanie to relay to me were specific and current. He told her to tell me these things so that I would trust that it was really him, and that he was still with me only in a different form. This experience was so foreign yet so very consistent with his personality and his way of doing things. Aaron was always bigger than life. You knew he was there even before he entered the room. With Aaron, if you knew him, you got all of him, all great big 6’3, here I am package. So, his methods of getting his messages to me and the things that he told Melanie were as if he were right there in the room with me. He was so insistent and demanding at times that Melanie would start to shake if she tried to put off his requests for her to call me.
Aaron told us that there was a much bigger picture to all of what has happened. Part of this bigger picture is that I would write about my miraculous journey, to help others to know that our loved ones are still with us, only their physical life ends. My journey of miracles has happened so that I could know that my son is still very much with me and with us all. I have documented each miracle and message, they are true and as they happened. Many times I would doubt that this could really be happening, thinking that I have made up each message because it is what I so desperately wanted to hear, only to receive the next validation proving to me again and again that he is there.
I have found my son again, or I should say that he has found me and at his insistence I have opened my heart and my mind to this different world.
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