My father had a heart attack and had a triple-bypass in January 1995. Two days after getting out of the hospital, he had another heart attack while sitting at the breakfast counter. When he fell off the stool and hit the floor, he was gone.
I mourned the loss day after day. In April of that year I was talking to him and begging for a sign. I promised that I would never ask for another sign if he would give me one then.
I was sitting around the pool and the wind suddenly picked up right over the pool. I was watching four pool noodles drift around from side to side. Two noodles floated off to the side of the pool and two remained in the center, turning around until they formed a perfect letter T. The two noodles were both green. I started crying immediately and thanking my dad for the sign. His name began with a T and his last name was Green.
I have never asked for another sign, but I talk to him on the other side. I know he is all right where he is because I know he hears me. I can talk to him whenever I need.
Our loved ones are aware of us, and of our love. They may be out of sight, but never out of mind.
—Sarah Guidry, Louisiana
