The weirdest things happened to me after my Dad died. The house I live in now was foreclosed on and empty for a long time but the only signs of life in the house were signs of Christmas. We brought him home to die right before a blizzard. There was a small snowflake craft item on the dining room floor, then my daughter found a Christmas Tree and in the living room I found a hook for an ornament. I started to cry in front of my Realtor. Then my son who was an avid basketball player went into a bedroom with a basketball light switch plate and basketball knobs on the closet door. I always told him when he found a penny that it was his grandfather dropping coins from heaven. At the bottom of the closet was a bag filled with coins. My dad loved driftwood and outside the front door was a huge piece of driftwood. Even months later I was finding signs of Christmas. My Dad wanted us here. Continued on another entry.