I've been cleaning this morning and in the process came to a book I treasure very much. When I was working with the district's childcare program before becoming a teacher, if I remember correctly I had sat down in a beanbag with a couple of students during naptime who couldn't sleep. I pulled a book from the shelf to read to them and when I opened the front cover to the "This Book Belongs To" page, my husband's name was written his mother's calligraphy. His mother had donated some things years prior. His mother had recently passed, so I decided I would consider this...well, something significant, and I asked to keep it. I don't believe in much of the "traditional" concepts of the afterlife, but I believe it's more than possible that spirits live on. And while a big piece of me screams coincidence, there is a little piece that wants to believe otherwise. Anyone else have similar stories? Come on, don't make me feel crazy!