Small Miracles from Beyond

I am holding this beautiful book in my hand. Inside the covers are four of my stories about how my brother and I keep the connection since he died and how he shows his presence in my life in profound and meaningful ways.

Three of my stories relate to phones and the other is about my 2nd pregnancy.

This book is filled with beautiful stories of people sharing their experiences of how their deceased loved ones communicate in inexplicable ways, from beyond our earthly realm. 

Wayne Dyer, renowned author and spiritual teacher, also has a chapter in the book about his late father.

I am thrilled that my stories are published in this book. I wish that everyone who reads it will find comfort and validation that their loved ones are close by and that as we all know, love never dies. We shall meet again, but in the meantime, may we live our lives well while we are here.

Text Messages and Phone Calls from Heaven...
excerpt from the book

It appears that a cell phone is the tool that my deceased brother Dean finds useful for communicating with us—his loved ones whom he had left behind. During his lifetime, Dean was always into the latest gadgets. He had to have the newest smart phone as soon as the updated version hit the market. So it should have been no surprise to me that he continued using “advanced technology” as his medium of communication after he passed on. 

His first message came only a few days after his funeral. Our family was at the cemetery tending to his grave. My parents and Dean’s children were all there with me as we went about lighting his epitaph candle, burning incense, and saying prayers. At the gravesite, my mother’s cell phone suddenly beeped, letting her know that a message had been received.

My mother was a little technologically challenged, as older people tend to be. She knew very little about her phone, and used it only to make and receive calls, nothing more advanced than that. The one and only time she had ever received a message before had been from Dean, just prior to his death. She didn’t even know how to retrieve a text, so she handed her phone to me, asking me to access the message and read it to her. I saw the message, shivered, and read out loud “I love you.” It was unsigned. Dean was dead. How could he be sending us a message now? We looked at each other in shock, utterly bewildered yet undeniably sensing both Dean’s presence and his love.

We are rational people, and after we recovered from the shock, it was clear to all of us that somehow someone we did not know had punched in a wrong number, and sent that message to us precisely at the moment when we sought to connect with Dean at his grave. Despite the fact that we knew it was a mistake, we still believed that the message was meant for us. It made us feel Dean’s love and his presence. That short message gave us a great feeling of comfort that Dean was still near. It was a wrong number but it came at the right time.

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