Hi Linn,

My wife wants to thank you so much.  Your messages have brought her peace and comfort at a time when these things are so important.

Some of the initials she can relate to, others she can't.  But she is the youngest of a large family.  11 in all, so she will bring your message to the funeral to see if anyone else can make connections.

The funeral is at 10am Monday morning.  I know that's early in AZ but just in case you get any impressions please pass them on to us!

Btw I do have the aol instant messaging software if that's what you meant re: ***.  Anyone who has net connections can download that for free from aol website.  (I also have MSN inst. messaging which I think is a bit better.)

I treasure folks like you, Linn, who give so willingly and unconditionally.  I've had some very disappointing experiences with mediums after my dad died back in 1993.  Nothing but generalities which could literally have applied to anyone.

So when my own mom died last year at this time, I didn't pursue anything.

I said it was just by chance I saw your message to *** and had the urge to write you... but maybe chance had nothing to do with it!

One of my wife's sisters called the day Dora died to tell us she became a great grandmother that day, so maybe that's the new baby connection!

As I say, if by chance you pick up anything else, even if it seems insignificant, please let us know.  It would mean so much.  One of my wife's other sisters died just a few weeks ago so she's had a tough time lately.

My husband was meeting two males who wanted to be shown how to properly put on financial workshops.  One male was flying in from Chicago and the other named Jeff lives here.  Jeff and his wife took us out to dinner, he brought up the fact that he heard I had psychic abilities, well I said, I do connect with loved ones in spirit from time to time.  

He said that in the last few weeks or so he felt his father in spirit around him, Just as he said that his dad came through and let him know he has indeed been around him and is ok (that was the big thing Jeff was worried about, that his dad made it safely to the afterlife) Jeff's dad said that their baby sees him easily and that Jeff's dad plays with him.  Jeff and his wife said that is exactly what happens sometimes at home, the baby acts like someone is playing with him and will look in a particular direction, laughing loudly and waving his arms at something.  He also mentioned he would be at this baby's first birthday coming up shortly and the baby would be receiving a toy truck.  They went home made a phone call to the grandmother and found out she had indeed bought a toy truck to bring to the birthday.  

The other male from Chicago who's name is Tony brought his lovely young college student daughter with him.  I met her, found her very sweet and always smiling, but sensed a deep sadness about her.  I found out she had been in a car accident 8 wks. ago, and a male college friend in the front seat with her was killed.  

Finding myself alone with her one evening I got her to talk a little about the accident, her parents being strict with her dating at all did not know she was in love with this young male, she was driving and there were four of them in the car, all three escaped real harm but the male she was in love with did not.  

She felt responsible for his death as well as losing the one she thought she would marry one day.  Softly and gently he came around us, I heard tread lightly here, I repeated some of things that I heard mostly about the activities her friends and she are doing, like soccer ball, etc. and about the cut little dog her girl friend (who was in car at time of the accident) has.  She started to smile at all of this, then he said, please let go of the sadness, I want you to let go of it for me.  It was my time to leave.  Then he said that he and she had been meeting in her dreams several times, her eyes really widened at that and she nodded her head yes that was true.  

I felt her agree to herself that yes, she was going to try to let go of the guilt and the great weight she had been carrying on her shoulders.  Then an older lady appeared, very old and I described the woman to her, she did not recognize her, so I said ask your father if you get a chance and let me know.

  Later on that evening her father came to our suite to escort his daughter back to hers, and she described the female I saw to him.  His eyes got a little wide and said that was my nanny that I had as a young boy.  I asked had he been thinking of her recently?  As a matter of fact I did today, she died a couple of weeks ago.  

Unfortunately, Tony did not believe that we here can communicate with those in the afterlife, it's not within his beliefs and he feels it's Satan playing tricks.  Then he went on to tell me how unhappy and frightened he is all the time.  I responded with, perhaps you should stop giving so much power to Satan.  With that he agreed that possibly is he doing just that.  I do believe that all of these folks that I met here was not by accident. love linn

Good Morning, I hope your day treats you well, just a quick email to let you know you are in my thoughts and prayers.

I was staring at your email last night and many things came to mind.  My husband's name is Malcolm, my mom's name is Maureen.

My husband and father were very close.  My dad stayed with me when my parents divorced in 1998 and the morning of his passing I was really horrible by not saying goodbye to him when he went to work.

I seem to be more at ease, previously I would not walk into our lounge or kitchen at night, maybe because I was scared, guilty of something.  I can't tell you.  But lately it does not seem to bother me.

My son is busy teething and my husband is totally convinced that he heard someone in his room, talking to him, got up to check and nobody was there.

My father-in-law passed away about a year before my dad and his name is Malcolm as well.  I hope they are together and living the really good life.

I hope my dad knows that his babies (younger children) are okay, and I will see that they are taken care of.

I do not want to bother you with all this, so if I do become a bother, let me know and I will lay off for awhile.

Should you ever find yourself in Sunny South Africa, please contact me and I will gladly put you up for awhile.

Speak to you soon,

"***"

I have so many question... how do you do it??  I mean, out of all the Rogers in the world, how did you connect with me and find these things out?  Do you have a guide or helper who steers you in the right direction?  I would love to know the process!

You might be right, maybe there was a teacher who traumatized me at a young age by firing a bunch of questions at me and then maybe even berating me if I didn't know the answers.  And that trauma got so embedded that it affects me even today.  It makes sense.

Your counsel is appreciated.  I DO need to come to peace with who I really am and stop trying to be different to please others or to try to make myself more acceptable.  I will follow your advice and hope so much that you are right that it's very soon when it'll be ok to be Roger.

There's a lot of wisdom in that little statement "It's ok to be Roger."  I am really going to work on it, that's a promise.

Some day I'd like to meet you.  As I recall you're in Ohio, right?  That's not all that far from our cottage in Canada, which is across the bridge from Buffalo.

Your response meant a great deal to me, needless to say.

I do have a story I'd like to tell you.  Do you believe in angels?  When I was about ten or so, a friend and I were on a rural country road, playing alongside the road, catching frogs in a ditch.  A car stopped and a guy came over, said he was a doctor, and said he wanted to examine my throat.  Not knowing any better, I let him straddle me and put his fingers down my throat.  I have a strong gag reflex and kept coming close to throwing up, which would cause him to withdraw his fingers.

While this was going on, a lady in a car pulled up and stopped on the other side, and called over to us "Is anything the matter?"

The guy jumped off me, ran to his car and took off in a hurry.

When my friend and I looked around, the lady and her car was nowhere in sight.  This was a seldom traveled road, and it was straight, so we would have seen her no matter which direction she drove off.  It was like she disappeared.

My dad called the police, and my friend told the cops that while the guy was on top of me, he was maneuvering my head over to where there was a low hanging barbed wire fence.  He never sexually molested me but maybe he intended to kill me for kicks.  I don't know, but the image of that woman arriving at the precise instant, and then vanishing, is something I will never forget.

Much respect,

Roger