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“I’m Here”

Tonight after I returned home from a shift of food deliveries, I noticed an "ugly" Christmas sweater Jeep (my late husband) used to wear for the holidays, draped over the back of my office chair. I immediately thought Ian had put it on there while doing some laundry or reorganizing, and asked him. He didn't know what I was talking about, so I pointed at the chair. The front of the sweater was perfectly centered on the back of the chair, fabric smoothed as if laid out to wear for the evening. "No," he replied. "Wasn't me."

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Jeep

My first paranormal experience with Jeep happened when he suffered a sudden onset of acute pancreatitis while were in Mexico in 1997, and nearly died. He was brought back from the brink of death by three angels, who held vigil during the darkest moments...

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Intersection of the Dead

After two weeks of waiting, Ian received his new eyeglasses today. He was so relieved to be able to see perfectly again, and excitedly showed off his stylish frames as he settled into the passenger seat of our car. We began the last leg of my delivery route, my husband relishing in his new and improved vision. After queuing a song from his playlist, which we Bluetooth through the car's speaker system, Ian spoke matter-of-factually: "I can see more dead people with my new glasses."

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Spirit in the Road

On most occasions, it is Ian who sees the dead, and not me. I've had many experiences throughout my life when I have seen paranormal phenomena with my own eyes, whether they be shadows, entities or physical environmental manipulation from spirits. But this time, what I was seeing was completely solid and as real as any human being would be to you or me.

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Cafe Table and the Dead

On this particular evening, as I was pulling up to a local Greek restaurant for a delivery pickup, Ian commented on a sweet old couple sitting at a cafe table outside of the store...

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Jeep’s Angels

In the mid-1990's, my first husband and I used to spend Christmas and New Years vacationing in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. We would rent a beachfront condo in the old-town section of the city for a couple weeks, and enjoy a luxurious relaxation lifestyle...

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All Hallows’ Eve

The night before Halloween (All Hallows' Eve), Ian joined me driving on my delivery route. It was a brisk, fall evening; the air was clear, and trees burst with color. Golden leaves floated on he gentle breeze like sparse confetti, then tumbled along the road near the gutter with the rush of passing cars. We were having a fun night—orders were good, and we were enjoying each other's company.

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Last Rites

When my husband, Jeep, passed away from congestive heart failure in August of 2017, I did not know a local priest in our home town in Texas who would come to the home to do a posthumous last rites ritual, as Jeep was Catholic and I knew this would be important for his spirit's journey. It wasn't until my move to Washington state, and a new marriage to Ian, that I would be given a chance to perform this blessing. During that time, beginning in January of 2022, Jeep began to visit us regularly, and developed a deep friendship with my new husband.

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