The morning my father died, my brother went to turn on the bathroom light and it blew out. At the time, he did not know of our father's death. The very next year on the anniversary of Dad's death - the same thing happened to my brother. Ditto for the second year. After that, it seemed Dad's spirit didn't want to hang around any more. Yet my daughter was born on that same day four years after his death.
John Rogel--Ricci-Rogel@msn.com
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