I'm Here Mom
by Alice Isabell
My son Randy was moving from his Dad's house in Texas back to Missouri to be near us. He had to pick up some of his household stuff from Texas, so he had to take a flight to Texas. I was going to drive him to the airport, and we were going to have lunch at a Pizza place right before.
I drove my husband (Randy's step-father) to work that day so I could use his car, because my car was not running well. Since I had a lot of time before I was supposed to drive Randy, I went to some flea markets and did some thrift store shopping. I went to several that day, and at the last one I saw this paper-back book called "Our Children Forever". I kept going back to that book and I did not know why at the time, as I don't read books like that per se. It was a book about messages from the other side -- not my type of book at all then. But I bought it, not really knowing why.
I went to pay a bill near where Randy lived at 11:00, and I saw that he was already home from work. So I paid the bill and went to his house, and that was when I discovered that he had taken his life.
I read that book after I buried my son, as I felt God made me buy that book that day.
Now for the rest of my story: I was lying down one day and I felt Randy touch me on the left knee. I have felt him touch me several times since. I feel that that is his sign to me, as I am left-handed -- my Dad always touches me on the right shoulder.
Several months after his death I was lying down and I thought my husband had come in to check up on me, as I felt the bed go down like someone sat on it -- but when I rolled over there was no one there. This happened several times to me right after Randy left us.
Then in October, 1999, at his favorite twin nieces' birthday party at their brand new home, we were lighting the candles, and as we did so the overhead house lights went on and off for no reason. Shain, one of the twins, said "Grandma, that was Uncle Randy doing that." He loved those girls and I knew, as my daughter did, that yes, indeed, that was our Randy Pete letting us know he was there for their birthday party as well.
But my most confusing time came the same month when I heard his voice -- confusing because it might have two meanings, and I don't know which one applies, or maybe both of them do. He came to me as I was resting and I heard him say, plain as day, in his own voice, "Mom, I'm here." I don't know if he meant here with me or here in Heaven. I don't know, but this I do know: I did hear him say that to me. Sinced then I have had dreams and I hear soft and light music.
Pete is his nickname for his middle name, and every time I called him that he would say "Oh Mom, I wish you would quit calling me that." The last time was a few days before he left us. Randy was in the process of learning to play the drums. Randy Pete, I miss you, my son. Please come back to me again.
Love, Your Mom 
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