I've had a few different experiences, and each time we either knew who it was or figured it out.

Our last house was an old farm house we tracked some of the history of, we knew a woman named Clairie had died there. Over the years Clairie would make it CLEAR to me my house keeping wasn't up to snuff, lol, she'd fold trash bags closed in front of me, open the clock for me to wind it (the door latched solidly on it!) Move the broom and dust pan, etc. When we sold the house at auction low and behold, family of Clairie showed up, ended up being parents of a childhood friend of mine. I gently ask a bit about here, and ended up divulging what she'd done, yep, it was her!

My FIL died several years ago, the year he died my husband lost his wedding ring at a horse show, we searched everywhere, no luck at all. Nearly a year later I found it in the paddock behind the barn, on top of the hard packed dirt. Dad had to have put it there for me.

In the course of two years we lost 3 young girls that were all very close to us. First was Carrie a dear friend in a car accident. There were hawks circling at her funeral, and they STILL seem to be everywhere I look. Second was Amy, dear girl, also a car accident. We had 8 hawks circle the farm for hours that day. Then, our friends daughter died of cancer. The day of the funeral I was driving to pick up her parents and saw a hawk on a telephone pole, then another, then another, in turning to look back at the third I felt a slap in the back of the head and someone saying "look out STOOP"! I had crossed the yellow line, heading for the ditch. I swerved back and pulled over to get it together. It was my FIL that slapped me saved me, that was his favorite saying when we did something stupid! And he'd been dead a few years by that time.

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