Results:  Messages from above

A happy meal: We recently lost our beloved golden retriever Benny to cancer. In the year after his diagnosis, we spoiled him with attention and food. A favorite treat was two fast-food plain cheeseburgers. The day after Benny left us I went to the chain for lunch, thinking of Benny (chicken nuggets for me, but this time, no cheeseburgers). When I got home I found in the bag my nuggets and a plain double cheeseburger. The receipt revealed only the nuggets. I was stunned to tears, then laughter, when I realized Benny bought us lunch together one last time. ~Thomas Richard Smith, Cranberry, Pennsylvania~ Have you ever had a similar experience with a beloved pet that has passed on?

Doing the dishes: I lost my son recently and was missing him terribly on my first Mother's Day alone. We were very close and even jokingly agreed to try to make contact if one of us died. Late that evening I heard a loud noise downstairs. Upon investigation, I found a pile of holiday plates had fallen and shattered. As I picked up the pieces, I found one plate completely unscathed. I turned it over and was stunned to see that it said, "Happy Mother's Day." That was my sign. Thank you, son. ~Carol Gavigan, Chicago Heights, Illinois~ Do you think Carol's son was trying to wish her a Happy Mother's Day?

Watching over camp: My grandpa passed away from lung cancer in October of 2015. We always liked to think of his spirit as an eagle. Ever since my mom was a kid, it was a family tradition to go camping in Canada every summer. So in 2016 my grandma took my sister and I to Canada. When we got home, we looked on the campground website. There, on the homepage, was a picture of our camper with an eagle perched on top. The caption said, "Eagle watches over camp." We knew grandpa was there with us. ~Taylor Tynan, Appleton, Wisconsin~ Have you ever had a grandparent (or family member) pass on from a terminal illness?

A soldier's surprise: It is spring of 1943 during World War II. Standing among hundreds of new soldiers at Camp Grant, in Illinois, my father, Sam, just 18 years old, waits as a truck slowly drives by. A full field pack is randomly tossed to each soldier. "How strange," my father thinks, as he sees his last name, Litrenti, marked on each item in his pack. "How did they know it was me when they tossed the pack?" He was impressed! Beating all odds, my father was tossed a field pack from World War I (his own father's). ~Gail Litrenti-Benedetto, Park Ridge, Illinois~ Do you think the field pack was a sign from his father or just a coincidence?

Have you ever received a sign (or message) from a loved one that has passed on? If yes, please share your story in the comment section below.