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Monday October 6,2008

Some Small Signs: Part II

by Jim Balthazor

I had the pleasure of watching the John Edward show about Christine and Robin Ross as they sat in the gallery hoping for a reading from their son, Luke.

What happened to them gave me hope, only in a different way. Hope you enjoy Christine's account of her meeting with John.

NEW EARS AND NEW EYES

My son Luke died at the age of 21 from acute . Luke died on April 3, 2001. My husband and I had gone out of town on a Monday morning to our little mountain retreat about two hours from our home. As we left our house, Luke was sleeping, so I went in his room and gave him a goodbye kiss on the cheek. An unaware kiss, because he was sleeping. He was perfectly healthy and wasn't ill, that we were aware of or that he was aware of. Luke went to work that day and had gone home that evening after work to shower and change so he could go out with friends.

That night at our cabin, two physical hours away from Luke, I had a dream that Luke was dying on the floor of our home. I awoke at 3:30 a.m., thinking that it was only a terrible nightmare, when in fact it was my son's way of saying goodbye to his mom as he made his transition to the other side. That was my very first communication, or sign from Luke, although at the time I did not know it. That next day we could not contact Luke, so we went home, and Luke had died on the floor of his room at the coroner's estimated time of 3:30 a.m. - the exact time of my dream. From that night on I have received many amazing signs and dreams from Luke.

About one week after Luke died my husband and I were leaving our house. I got in the car with my husband and remembered that I had forgotten something inside. He gave me the keys and I went back inside to retrieve my item. As I passed by the door of Luke's room the memories of that night, only one week ago, flashed though my mind. As I stood alone inside I was consumed with that overwhelming sadness of the absence of my son. I spoke out loud and said: "Luke, I miss you so much. I NEED to know for sure that you are around. Please give me some kind of sign. Make the phone ring or something, but whatever sign you give me, make sure that I have no doubt that the sign is from you."

Determined that some small miracle would take place I waited in the house for several minutes, but to my disappointment there was no sign from Luke, only the silence of loneliness. I left through the front door of this shell of a home that contained only our shattered dreams. Luke's car, that he had bought just six weeks before his death,was parked in the driveway, in the exact spot it had been since the night of his death, locked and untouched.