Other people see me not; they see but my body. It is only I who knows myself, and this knowledge returns to me in my good health, wealth, and happiness.
How awesome that my precious Granddaughter Sarah has my 3% Norwegian/Viking dna! After I learned about the Vikings in fourth grade I started drawing Viking ships and scenes for years after that. I never would've guessed that I actually have a little Viking dna in me, and that I passed it down to my Granddaughter Sarah.
One night in 2014 my phone rang, it was my Mom calling, I was so happy to hear from her! Then she started crying and telling me "Johnny died". Her baby boy was killed back in 1962, he was only three years old. I was nine years old and standing right next to him. He had followed me out to the street, and I didn't know until I saw a black car with a man driving. The man waved to me, I turned to wave back, that's when I saw the man's car hit my little Brother, the sun was setting behind us...( I was about forty years old when I finally realized why sunsets always made me feel so horribly sad and devastated. The sun was setting as I saw my little brother killed.)... I started crying with my Mom and tried to comfort her. But I woke up before I could get her to stop crying. I had been dreaming.
The next morning I kept thinking about the fact that Mom died on Johnny's birthday, March 26th 2013 and now she's calling me about Johnny a year after she died. So I went on the internet and typed John Clayton Sparrow into Google. To my shock, up popped his memorial on Find A Grave! My dear, long lost Sparrow cousin Norman Mayfield had created it. Then I found my Mom's memorial, her name was spelled in a way that was incorrect from her headstone, and not the way she spelled her name. I thought, this would really make my Mom angry and she really would be rolling in her grave. So I got her name corrected and the lady gave my Mom's Memorial to me. Then I found my sweet long lost Inman cousin Samantha A. she had made a memorial for my beloved Grandma Carrie. All this because I got a call from my Mom about a year after she had passed, awesome!
Another unforgettable, beautiful dream I had.... I was sitting cross legged on an ironing board, with my little Pomeranian dog in my lap, and we were flying around the Santa Rosa area, as if we were on a magic carpet. We were hovering over a graveyard area when I saw someone waving at me. I was overjoyed to see that it was my first and best Mother in law, Irma Pickering. She yelled, hi Rita! I yelled back, Hi Irma! I went down closer to her and she says, I just had to tell you, that's the cutest little dog I've ever seen! I was so happy to see her again and then I realized she had been dead since 1988, and this was around 2002 so I woke up right away and felt like I had just had an out of body experience. It was such a wonderful dream and reminded me that Irma was a dog lover and sweetheart of a woman. Thank you Melinda R. for letting me have Irma, Floyd and Larry Sr.'s Memorials. It was so nice to hear from you!

Other people see me not; they see but my body. It is only I who knows myself, and this knowledge returns to me in my good health, wealth, and happiness.
How awesome that my precious Granddaughter Sarah has my 3% Norwegian/Viking dna! After I learned about the Vikings in fourth grade I started drawing Viking ships and scenes for years after that. I never would've guessed that I actually have a little Viking dna in me, and that I passed it down to my Granddaughter Sarah.
One night in 2014 my phone rang, it was my Mom calling, I was so happy to hear from her! Then she started crying and telling me "Johnny died". Her baby boy was killed back in 1962, he was only three years old. I was nine years old and standing right next to him. He had followed me out to the street, and I didn't know until I saw a black car with a man driving. The man waved to me, I turned to wave back, that's when I saw the man's car hit my little Brother, the sun was setting behind us...( I was about forty years old when I finally realized why sunsets always made me feel so horribly sad and devastated. The sun was setting as I saw my little brother killed.)... I started crying with my Mom and tried to comfort her. But I woke up before I could get her to stop crying. I had been dreaming.
The next morning I kept thinking about the fact that Mom died on Johnny's birthday, March 26th 2013 and now she's calling me about Johnny a year after she died. So I went on the internet and typed John Clayton Sparrow into Google. To my shock, up popped his memorial on Find A Grave! My dear, long lost Sparrow cousin Norman Mayfield had created it. Then I found my Mom's memorial, her name was spelled in a way that was incorrect from her headstone, and not the way she spelled her name. I thought, this would really make my Mom angry and she really would be rolling in her grave. So I got her name corrected and the lady gave my Mom's Memorial to me. Then I found my sweet long lost Inman cousin Samantha A. she had made a memorial for my beloved Grandma Carrie. All this because I got a call from my Mom about a year after she had passed, awesome!
Another unforgettable, beautiful dream I had.... I was sitting cross legged on an ironing board, with my little Pomeranian dog in my lap, and we were flying around the Santa Rosa area, as if we were on a magic carpet. We were hovering over a graveyard area when I saw someone waving at me. I was overjoyed to see that it was my first and best Mother in law, Irma Pickering. She yelled, hi Rita! I yelled back, Hi Irma! I went down closer to her and she says, I just had to tell you, that's the cutest little dog I've ever seen! I was so happy to see her again and then I realized she had been dead since 1988, and this was around 2002 so I woke up right away and felt like I had just had an out of body experience. It was such a wonderful dream and reminded me that Irma was a dog lover and sweetheart of a woman. Thank you Melinda R. for letting me have Irma, Floyd and Larry Sr.'s Memorials. It was so nice to hear from you!