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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 , 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.

Saturday, September 10, 2011


This is the weekend that I have a booth at the Beaver Lake Golden Harvest Festival and it brings to mind one of my favorite moments.

I was getting ready to leave to work at the Golden Harvest Festival; it was the year following Aaron's death and I was still pretty much in a fog.  I hadn't quite adjusted myself to always be on the look out for signs  and  I don't think that I was totally convinced that we all "get" signs; we just need to be open to them.  I still needed to be reminded often that Aaron was around me and that I could recognize it.

Before I left for the day, I was looking at some sunflowers that I had planted; because they made me think of Aaron.  It was the first time that I had grown sunflowers and I loved to look at them and think of Aaron.  As I drove to Beaver Lake, I was crying my eyes out.  Seems like the car is one of the places that it gets to me the most.  I was driving and crying and asking Aaron, to please send me a sign today, I really need a sign to get through the day. " If you really are watching over me, please send me something today; anything, just let me know that you are there."

I arrived at Beaver Lake, parked my car and started walking towards the festival.  All of a sudden, I started to notice something quite strange all around me.  Every where that I looked there were sunflowers:  a huge arc of sunflower balloons as you entered the festival, sunflowers on the scarecrows placed through out the grounds and all of the volunteers had sunflowers on their shirts.  It turned out that the theme for the event that year was sunflowers.   As I walked around and saw these sunflowers everywhere that I looked, I felt as though Aaron was all around me; as though he had placed each and every sunflower just so that I would see them and know that they were from him.  Needless to say I was overwhelmed, but, I know that he had a hand in making everything fall into place at just the right moments so that I would not miss any of it.  He works so hard to make sure that we are okay.  I remember that day so well each year when I take out my sunflower shirt to wear at  Beaver Lake.

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