| A Flower From Jim A while back I had my first and only reading with a Christian Medium. It was quite an experience, although, I don't know that I will ever do it again. During my reading the Medium told me that Jim said that he saw me visit his grave and bring him purple flowers (which was true), and that he should bring me red and yellow flowers. I remember thinking, "good luck pulling that one off, Jim". I never thought much more about that statement until I got my flower. Here is how it played out several months later: One night after work I stopped at a local pet store to pick-up some supplies for my dogs, and there was a young clerk working there that reminded me of Jim. This kid was probably about the same age that Jim was when he left this world. He was built a lot like Jim, and had blond hair that was styled a lot like Jim wore his. It gave me a little smile to see him and remember how handsome Jim was. It was just a passing thought, and I made my purchases, left the store, and never thought anymore about it. Several months later I was back in the pet store for something else, and the kid that looks like Jim was working again. I was strolling around in the store making my choices when I came around a corner and the young Jim look-a-like walked up to me with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face. He kind of bowed slightly and pulled a pet toy shaped like a long stemmed flower out from behind his back and held it out to me. The long plastic stem was green, and the flower was made of fabric in red and yellow with a little purple mixed in. He said, "this is the last one". Of course, I purchased it. The whole thing seemed strange to me since there was a whole store full of customers, but I didn't make a connection until I got to my car and the memory of the Medium's statement from Jim came back to me. Tears came to my eyes when I realized that Jim quite possibly orchestrated this whole incident to bring me a red and yellow flower the only way that he could. Our loved ones on the other side are always finding ways to tell us that they continue to live on and love us. We just have to open our eyes, ears, and hearts to get the message. |
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| My Wrong Side Of The Road ADC Very shortly after Jim's passing I started dating one of his friends. As I look back, I realize that I was trying to hang on to the past the only way that I knew how. But, even though the relationship was never good and didn't last, it did evolve into marriage and gave me my wonderful daughter, Tara, and son, Bobby. One night right after we began seeing each other he took me to a party that was way on the outskirts of town. It involved parking the car at the little local airport and walking a mile or so up the side of the highway to get to this party. As I look back now I can't help thinking about the song by Three Dog Night - "Mama Told Me Not To Come". But, in my teenage ignorance, I didn't realize it was probably not a good idea to walk up the side of an interstate highway at night. I did survive the experience unscathed, but have had the same strange, vivid dream about it many times over the years. In the dream my ex and I are walking up the side of the highway to get to this party, but we are on the opposite side of the road from where we actually walked. In the dream I feel danger and know that If I can make it just a little farther up the road I will be safe. I feel there is safety and protection somewhere on the shoulder of that highway. This is one of those dreams that stays with you all day after you have it. They say you don't have the same dream twice, but this one was always basically the same. At least until the last time I had the dream: in this version we are on the other side of the highway where we actually walked. There is a constant stream of cars going by much like a city freeway, and I look across the highway and see Jim walking on the opposite side. There is nothing said, no interaction, we just look at each other across the highway; me and my ex on one side and Jim on the other. After all I have learned about ADCs, I now believe that Jim was trying for years to show me through a dream ADC that he was watching over me when I was too stupid to look after myself. Incidentally, I have never had the dream again. |
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| Tara's Vision When Tara was about 13 years old she was in her bedroom studying one afternoon when she screamed for me to come to her. I rushed into her room and found her visibly shaken. When I asked her what was wrong she told me that she had just seen a very nice looking man wearing a blue suit standing at the foot of her bed. At the time I tried to pass it off as her imagination. She is 29 years old now and still remembers seeing this as plainly as the day it happened. As I add up all of these events in my mind, I believe that Jim has been lovingly watching over my daughter all the days of her life. |
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| The Connection Between My Daugher, Tara, And Jim When my daughter, Tara, was 2 years old we were living in Anchorage, Alaska where her father was stationed in the United States Army. My son, Bobby, was born there. One day Tara came out of the bedroom and announced to us that she wanted to be called Jimmy. She insisted that she be called Jim for several months. We didn't have any friends with that name, and never knew where she came up with it. We just humored her and laughed about it. I never made any connection with the significance of the name. After sharing my ADC experiences with Tara she came to me not too long ago and brought up the story of how she wanted to be called Jimmy when she was 2 years old. She says that she wonders now if there was more to her choosing that name than simply a 2 year old wanting to change their name. |
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| My Touch ADC One day I was at work focusing on a project I was completing on the computer when I felt two very strong taps on my left shoulder. I turned around expecting to see one of the men I worked with playing a joke on me. There was nobody there. I immediately got the same feeling that I had while standing in the line on the sidewalk outside the grocery store when I received my first ADC with Jim. People sometimes ask me how I can be sure that it is Jim who is communicating with me. I don't have any kind of scientific proof. The only way that I can explain this is to compare it to the feeling you get when a friend or co-worker steps into your space. They fill the area with their own personal presence and being. We all have a special presence that follows us everywhere we go. That presence remains when we pass into eternal life. Our Spirit Body is very much like our Mortal Body. We maintain our personal blueprint and presence after death. |
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| My Bridge Over Troubled Water ADC At some point I noticed that any time that I felt really down and alone I would hear the song Bridge Over Troubled Water by Simon & Garfunkel. It might be on the radio, or playing in a grocery store, even on the television. It occurred to me that whenever I dream of Jim he is always standing behind me just as I felt his presence that first time while I was in line for my flu vaccination. It is as if he is watching my back; taking care of me. Part of the words to Bridge Over Troubled Water say: If you need a friend, I'm sailing right behind. Like a Bridge Over Troubled Water, I will ease your mind. One night I was home alone with nothing to do and feeling down-in-the-dumps. I had the kitchen radio on, and I thought, "I sure would like to hear Bridge Over Troubled Water". The song that was playing finished, another one came one, and then Bridge Over Troubled Water began to play. Later when I lay down to go to sleep I was wondering whether it was a coincidence that the song played so soon after I had the thought that I would like to hear it. I picked up a book of short stories off of my nightstand and opened it to a random page.....the title of the story that I opened the book to was Bridge Over Troubled Water. |
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| My Message In The Clouds ADC My daughters and I were recently returning to Fort Worth from El Paso, Texas where my older daughter had shoulder surgery. We were out in the middle of nowhere between El Paso and Midland/Odessa. I noticed that I had passed about 4 cars with Arkansas license plates (Jim's home state). I found myself behind a car with Arkansas tags, another car with Arkansas tags to my right, and in front of that car was a Transport Trailer truck with the words "Batesville Casket Company" printed on the side of the trailer (Jim's hometown was Batesville). I mentally said, "Hi, Jim". I passed the truck and glanced up in front of me at the wide open sky, and there I saw the most unbelievable sight I've ever seen......some clouds had formed into a perfect cursive word......Jim. I was actually able to get a photo of this on my cell phone. When you experience something like this you can no longer have any doubts that we are all eternal. |
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| The Cell Phone ADC This is probably the most amazing ADC that I've had. It nearly went right over my head without my noticing. I had just purchased a new cell phone a few weeks before. I had paid extra and purchased a nicer one than the one that came with my service plan. I purchased a "Family Plan" so that my youngest daughter would have a phone, too. Late on afternoon I tried to make a call and my cell phone would not let me dial out. Thinking that it was a service problem I tried my daughter's phone which was on the same plan and service. Her's was working fine. I became angry at that point thinking that my new phone was already broken. I turned the phone off, removed and replaced the battery and sim card and turned the phone back on. The phone still wouldn't work. I was having visions of how I was going to have the hassle of going back to the mall and trying to exchange it. It was too late in the day to do anything so I just resigned myself to the fact that it would have to wait until the next day. I laid the phone down next to me on the table and began to read the newspaper. About 10 minutes later I noticed the phone light up and it began to make an intermittent beeping sound. I picked up the phone and watched it typing zeros in the display screen all by itself. I hit the end button to clear the phone, but in a few minutes it began doing the same thing again. I had worked for a major cell phone manufacturer for many years and it was the strangest thing I had ever seen. I called my daughter in to look at it and we both laughed because it was so odd. I hit the end button again to make it stop. I decided to try calling out on the phone again. I dialed my older daughter to test it. The call went through and she answered. I began telling her about the problems with the phone and how strange it was to see it typing in numbers by itself. I had shared my ADC experiences with this daughter, and although she believes them to be true, she is a teaser by nature and jokes with me about them. When I was describing to her what the phone was doing she teasingly said, "Maybe it's Jim calling". Just as she was finishing her sentence the phone emitted a prolonged beep tone and disconnected. I looked at the display window and it was showing one zero. FROM THAT MOMENT ON, THE PHONE HAS BEEN WORKING PERFECTLY! I spoke to some of the technicians at the cell phone manufacturer where I worked, and none of them have any kind of an explanation for this happening. I believe that when my daughter made the statement about Jim trying to call, and the statement immediately being followed by the long tone, that it was Jim saying, "Yes, it's me". The most amazing part of this story is that many months later I had a reading with Christian Medium, Sunni Welles, and Jim mentioned this ADC by saying, "The Cell Phone, that was me being electronically challenged". Wow! |
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| My Penny From Heaven ADC One of my most meaningful ADCs was the gift of a simple penny. My youngest daughter was on an extended visit with her father in another city, so I was living alone in the house. I was a little lonely, but was enjoying the sense of calm and order in my home. One evening after arriving home from work I noticed a penny just barely showing under a lace tablecloth on my kitchen table. I thought that it was a little strange that the penny was there, but decided that I must have dropped it there while cleaning out my purse. I fished it out from under the tablecloth and for some reason I looked at the date on the penny; the date was 1975. Since I had been experiencing the other ADCs with Jim, it occurred to me that not only was 1975 the year I graduated from High School, but also the year that I met Jim. I started to put the penny in the coin bank that I keep on my kitchen counter, but decided against it and laid it on top of my bread box. The penny lay there for several weeks. I would notice it occasionally and think about the significance of the date on the penny. One Saturday morning I woke up and felt something cold under my right leg. I got up and pulled back the covers to investigate.....the 1975 penny was in the bed with me. I ran to the kitchen to check for the penny on the bread box.....the penny was not there.....it was the one that was in the bed with me. What a wonderful, sweet gift to start the day with! |
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| Kaye's ADCs With Jim |
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| Music Playing Is Tiny Dancer By Elton John |
| All Midi Files On This Site Were Downloaded From Free Domain Web Sites |
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| My First ADC With Jim After Jim's passing I went on to marry twice and have three beautiful, wonderful children. Occasionally something would remind me of Jim, but on a day to day basis he was rarely on my mind. On a chilly, rainy day in the fall of 2003 I went to a neighborhood grocery store that was administering flu vaccinations hoping to get my yearly vaccine. This was the first year that U.S. experienced a shortage of the vaccine. Since I am a Breast Cancer Survivor, I qualified for the vaccine. When I arrived there was a line all the way down the sidewalk. I filled out my paperwork and took my place in the line. As I stood there in the line I watched all the cute elderly couples who were there for their vaccines. The thought hit me that since I was divorced I would most likely be all alone when I become elderly. That thought made a sense of sadness wash over me. Suddenly, I felt Jim's presence there with me. The feeling was so strong and unexpected that I actually turned around expecting him to be standing there behind me. Even though I hadn't thought of him for a very long time, I knew he still thought of me, and that I wasn't alone. |
| My First Music ADC With Jim We all know how important music is to teenagers. Every generation has their special tunes. Jim and I were no different. Since Jim and I entered our teenage years in the 1970s, we were coming of age during the peak of Hard Rock / Acid Rock. Jim was into the Hard Rock while I was more into Top 40s and Broadway Tunes. I trained from the age of 3 to be a dancer. I was trained in classical ballet, but I loved tap dancing to show tunes the best. A few days after my first ADC from Jim I was driving in my car and thinking about the experience. At that point I didn't know anything about the After Death Communication phenomenon, and I was actually questioning my sanity. There I was driving along with tears streaming down my face thinking that I must be going crazy. I said out loud to myself, "Kaye, that couldn't have happened. Jim is gone and IT WOULD TAKE A MIRACLE for him to communicate with you". I wiped the tears from my face and flipped on the radio to clear my mind. The song that was just beginning was Miracles by Jefferson Starship. The words go, "If you believe in miracles, baby, like I believe, we'll get by". Again, I burst into tears because I knew in my heart that this was another message from Jim to confirm to me that the first incident was indeed real, and that I wasn't losing my mind. The very same day, after gaining my composure, I went on about my errands. I stopped by a book store to pick-up a new book to read. The store that I went into sells used books, used CDs, and old record albums. As I walked into the store something right in front of me caught my eye. I did a double-take and saw that it was an old record album by the band Trapeze. The record was out of place and facing the front door. Most people wouldn't even notice this, but TRAPEZE WAS JIM'S FAVORITE BAND. Trapeze was a short lived band that never reached great popularity, so walking into that store and seeing it face me was without a doubt a message from Jim. I purchased the album and incorporated it into a flower arrangement that I later placed on Jim's grave. |
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| Another Music ADC With Jim The Bakery had wonderful hardwood floors throughout which were wonderful to practice my dancing on. Even after my Daddy sold the Bakery and Jim moved into the 2nd. floor apartment, I continued to practice my dancing at the Bakery. Many times I would be practicing as Jim and his friends passed through. Jim and one of his friends started teasing with me by singing a really bad rendition of Tiny Dancer by Elton John as they passed by me. They would change the words from "Tiny Dancer dancing in the sand" to "Tiny Dancer dancing in the Bakery", or something silly like that. Shortly after my first ADC with Jim I began to hear Tiny Dancer play on the radio nearly every time I turned it on. This was not on just one radio station, but both stations that I listen to. At first I tried to pass it off as coincidence, but the syncronicity of it made it impossible to ignore. It reached a point where I could mentally ask Jim to play the song and it would play within minutes. This repeat ADC was what convinced me that what was happening to me was real, and that I had nothing to fear, and every reason to be joyful. |
| Dogs Are Amazing Sadly, I don't get very many ADCs from Jim anymore. I think maybe this is because I am so much happier with myself and my life these days. The fear of death which used to torment me has been replaced with a joy and anticipation that I will see all my loved ones again someday. Maybe he feels like his job here is done. But, when I do feel Jim's presence around me, I have two amazing little barometers in my house who will confirm my feelings. Their names are, Diva, a 7 year old Boston Terrier, and, Angel, a 3 year old Yorkshire Terrier. They will sit side by side and cock their little heads and bark, looking at something that my eyes can't see. I just teasingly say, "Jim, will you please quit pestering my dogs". Regardless of what they see, it makes me laugh and remember other silly times. Silly times like the last time I spent with Jim and a dare from me, that I could hide where he couldn't find me because I knew the bakery building better than he did, turned us into two silly children playing a crazy game of "Hide and Seek" in the middle of the night ("silly children" that I realize now is what we really were back then). We are all eternally connected by those little moments of pure joy and wild abandonment that God allows us to have, and to take with us through the years. This is part of God's "Mercy"; no matter how bad things get, our joy and our memories are something that nobody can ever take from us. |
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| The Uncanny Resemblance Many people have pointed out to me that there is an uncanny resemblance between Jim and my daughter, Tara. I have to admit that she does resemble Jim more than she does her father. Notice the shape of their jaws, nose, mouth, eyes, and even their hair color. I think it's pretty amazing. Maybe God allowed this to happen to remind me that even though he took one "angel", he sent another one. |
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| How Jim and I Met I grew up in SE Missouri with my parents and one brother, Bil. My family owned a Bakery and Bread Company. My Grandfather started the business in 1925, and my father and his only sister, my Aunt Irene, grew up in the business. Upon my Grandfather's death, they inherited the business and owned & operated it until 1975. I have been told that when I was born I was taken to the Bakery before I was taken home. I grew up spending as much time at the Bakery as I did at home. It was a wonderful way to grow-up. My Father's bakery was the last independently owned bakery in the State of Missouri in 1975. I will never forget the day in March of 1975 when my Father called the family together in our living room for a family meeting to tell us that he had decided to sell the bakery to a larger bakery based in Arkansas. I was devastated. It was the only life I knew, It was a part of me; it was my heart and soul, my pride and joy. My Grandmother had always lived in an apartment on the 2nd. floor of the Bakery. This is where my brother and I took naps when we were small, and carried hot loaves of bread to smear with the real salted butter she always kept in her refrigerator. This is where my Grandma made us German Potato Pancakes with fresh applesauce. My Grandma's apartment was home, and pure love. When the sale was final my Grandmother was moved away from the Bakery to another apartment. After the sale, my Mother continued to work in the retail store of the Bakery, and my Father was around helping with the hand-over for several months. So even though we no longer owned the business, we were all still around. In May of 1975 the new owner brought his 19 year old son to town. It seemed that his son would live in my Grandmother's old apartment and drive one of the bread routes. I knew he was the same age as I was, but I was bitter and angry with the whole situation until I laid eyes on the son, JIM. For me it was love at first sight. It took months before Jim and I did anything but smile at each other in passing, but shortly before his passing we were blessed to have a brief period of time together. |
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| Happy 50th B-Earthday Jim!!! May 23, 2006 |
| ~A Few of Jim's Favorite Things~ |
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