August 5, 2025
Since July 28th, the first anniversary of John’s murder, I have profoundly felt his presence. That evening, a powerful message marked the beginning of his communication to me from the other side, expressed through diverse and active means.
I understand and respect the viewpoint from those who don’t believe in communication with loved ones from the other side. Personally, though, I strongly believe that such communication is possible, a topic I mentioned in previous posts.
I wrote my last entry, “Angel Number 111,” because John’s message below not only moved me to tears but validated what I’ve said many times before:
Be open to receiving messages from the other side
After the late night messsage above from John on the evening of July 28th, I headed to bed. John’s message of love lifted my spirits so I was able to fall fast asleep.
July 29, 2025
A Penny From Heaven
The first anniversary of John’s murder loomed heavy, threatening to consume me. To find a glimmer of distraction, I welcomed our nine-year-old granddaughter, Kammy – John’s daughter and the absolute joy of my life –to spend time with us.
It was a pleasant shock to actually sleep in this morning. In the past, Kammy has always been my personal alarm clock: a tiny whirlwind of “Good Morning, MiMi’s!” jumping on my bed, showering me with kisses before I could even open my eyes. My usual response would be to pull her close for a hug and then pull the covers up over both of us, playfully insisting, “Too early, MiMi needs more sleep!”
Now that she’s nine years old, she sleeps in and I usually have to awaken her before 11 am. After breakfast, the dollar store was the next stop, and I asked her to come along. She happily obliged and jumped in the back seat of the car. For some reason, she had trouble getting her seatbelt to lock. Before getting in the driver’s seat I gave her a hand. Reaching down to help, a small, gleaming object caught my eye resting on the floor mat behind the driver seat. I looked closer and realized it was a penny.
“Hmmm, this is strange”, I thought.
With just me and my husband at home, the back seat is always empty. My second thought was, How in the world did this penny get back here?
Then the saying, “pennies from heaven” popped in my mind which immediately put a smile on my face.
Many people believe that finding a penny, often called ‘pennies from heaven,’ is a meaningful sign, offering comfort in the belief it signifies a loved one’s presence or validates their life choices.
My current life path is rather unconventional, so it’s definitely the former -It’s John.
I picked the penny up, and tucked it into a special spot in my pouch. ‘Hi, son,’ I whispered. ‘Thanks for stopping by to say hello to us today.
The White Butterfly
My wonderful day with Kammy came to an end, and after dropping her off, solace was found on my porch. Beside it, I have a beautiful flower garden that, features a magnificent butterfly bush. The butterflies gathering their sweet nectar from its vibrant blooms are a sight to behold.
The garden often has many butterflies, but one white butterfly visits the bush regularly. My mother’s passing in 1999 from colon cancer has always made me associate white butterflies with her presence. For the past two months, whenever this white butterfly appears, I greet it by saying “Hi Mommy.” It would just sit on the blooms and then fly away.
Moments after posting John’s heartfelt message on Facebook a few nights ago, Chrystal, a dear Moonwalker friend, chimed in with a comment. She stated that I should pay special attention to signs from him including white butterflies. As soon as she said that I instantly thought, Oh My God! I’ve been saying hello to mommy for several months every time I see the white butterfly on my bush.
Could that be John instead?
Well, the answer to my question was a resounding yes, today! Sitting on my bench, I began recording my butterfly bush, noting the daily visit of a white butterfly.
Instead of saying,”Hi mom”, I said …”This is John saying hello”.
No sooner did I speak the words than the butterfly appeared, performed an aerial ballet just inches away from me, before gracefully departing.
It was John saying “Hi, Mom” for the second time today. He was also probably saying, “It’s about time you realized it’s me!”
July 31, 2025
John Pays Me Another Visit in My Dreams
John’s recent signs have been a profound comfort, arriving exactly when needed most. Even if they stopped now, my heart would be full, yet he continues to bless me with love from beyond.
Earlier this morning, John visited me not once but twice in my dreams!
I heard scratching on my bedroom door and in my dream I got out of the bed to open it. When I opened the door, my daughter Justice was on the other side. She was around ten years old and for some reason was going from room to room in our upstairs. As I followed her down the hall, John who was around 13 years old, came out of one of the bedrooms.
“John!” I exclaimed, throwing my arms around him. His embrace radiated a wave of pure happiness that made my heart sing.
I followed him into another bedroom, where the familiar hum of the Xbox filled the air. My nephews, Kevin and Zachary, were deeply engrossed in a video game. John’s hug, warm and comforting, brought a rush of nostalgia. The summers when the boys would visit from Georgia came to mind, their laughter echoing through the house during weeks filled with love and joy.
Waking up, I walked down my hall to make sure it was just a dream. It was so, I returned to my bed and drifted off to sleep again only to fall back into the exact same dream but this time my daughter Justice was a teenager and John was around 17. He was so tall and so handsome. He gave me yet another hug that felt so real.
I woke up to a moist pillow, bearing the sweet evidence of joyful tears.
The Pizza Party
Later today, I received an email from Destiny at Glen Rest Memorial Estates informing me that John’s permanent marker should be arriving and installed within the next 2 – 3 weeks. I replied back asking if I could have the temporary marker of which she replied with a yes and stated, it’s unusual that it’s still there. The groundskeepers usually remove them within a few months, and it’s been a year since John was laid to rest.
The urge to visit John’s grave to retrieve the temporary marker and sit with him today was strong. It was getting close to dinner time so I grabbed a pizza before heading to the cemetery. When I arrived, the balloons from our last visit were still attached to his temporary marker and gave me a friendly wave in the wind.
The plan was to eat the pizza alone in the car, but the thought of John’s genuine love for pizza sparked an idea: why not turn it into a pizza party with him?
As I sat down with my pizza and Pepsi, I glanced over at the grave directly across from John’s. It’s that of a young man named Jake Michael (Last Name not mentioned out of respect for his privacy). Seeing John’s grave placed directly beside Jake’s last year brought an unexpected sense of comfort. John, three years older, was alongside someone so close in age, Jake being born in 1999 – the same year as my daughter, and John’s sister, Justice.
Because of this, I always say John has a buddy on the other side.
Well, I couldn’t give John a piece of pizza without including Jake, so I removed a piece of pizza from the box for me, one for John, and another for Jake. After taking a bite, John’s and Jake’s portions were set on their separate graves, and I began conversing with them as if they were still here.
I stopped talking, closed my eyes, and the silence washed over me. The sweet symphony of chirping birds and the distant, airy chime of a nearby windchime gave me such peace.
I could sit here forever.
The signs from John continued. I usually bring my devotional book and read from it while I’m there, but this time, I brought a book called “Signs- The Secret Language of the Universe” by Laura Lynne Jackson. This book offers a unique perspective on the afterlife, teaching readers how to identify and understand messages and signs from those who have passed.
Flipping to the next chapter, the astonishing title appeared: “Buddies On The Other Side.”
Be open to receiving messages from the Other Side.
Your loved one may be trying to reach you!