Last Saturday Jeff and I attended the memorial service of a former co-worker named Pete who Jeff greatly admired.  Pete's life was full of joy and exploration; he was a computer tech and played drums with a passion.  Pete's adult children spoke at the service, and it was evident that Pete will be sorely missed.  I saw Pete's spirit appear when his son played the guitar as a tribute to Pete's musical passion, and his face was positively beaming!  The memorial service was held in a small town called Locust Grove, which is about an hour or so away from us.  On Sunday, our cell phone rang, and by the time I got to the phone, the caller had hung up.  I looked up the number under Reverse Lookup (switchboard.com), and it was the funeral parlor in Locust Grove.  Our cell phone number is not only unpublished but it's in my name, and very few people have the number.  I asked Jeff to call the funeral home and ask if someone from there had called; the person who answered said there was no one there except for her and that she didn't know why we would have been contacted by the facility in any event.  When Jeff hung up, I told him it must have been Pete, and I was really sorry that I hadn't been able to answer the phone when he called :).  The touching part of this incident is that Jeff's going through a rough patch right now, and he commented at the memorial service that he would have liked to have to have gotten Pete's advice about what he (Jeff) had been experiencing.

I haven't updated the blog in a while because I keep forgetting to write down what's been happening, but an on-going event reminded me to get back to the blog :).  For the last several months, I've been hearing a delivery truck (such as UPS, FedEx) pull up in the driveway, the door closing, and the driver walking up the drive.  The Girls hear it, too, and we all race to the windows to see who it is, only to see...nothing.  No one, no truck, nothing.  I've looked out my upstairs window into my neighbor's driveway (my neighbor is also a sensitive), and again, nothing.  During the Christmas holiday, I was missing a package and asked my neighbor if it had been delivered to her
home by mistake.  She said no, but that she kept hearing the delivery truck every day and commented that Jeff and I must be giving each other lots of gifts :).  When I told her that the missing package was the only delivery I was expecting, we both looked at each other with wide eyes and laughed, and I said, "Apparently, one of the delivery guys must have passed away and is continuing to make his daily deliveries!"  It's still an on-going everyday event :).