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Hi beautiful humans!!! In case ya forgot, ghosts is real! Here’s a listeners story about her persistently powerful connection with her father who passed about 13 years ago and how he consistently encourages her on her path...

"My dad and I were super close and he suddenly passed when I was 22. I’m now 35, still grieving his loss. He had his problem but he was an amazing dad and I always felt a deep bond with him because I cared for him during his short battle with cancer. One night a couple years back I was sobbing on my way home from a benefit I attended with friends. At the benefit, i was texting the guy I had been seeing. He was again blowing me off making some excuse to break plans again. I was particularly upset over the guy, but just my luck in love in general. I had recently broke off an engagement and moved from the East Coast back to San Diego, my second home. I was desperately looking for love and I often talked to my dad when my heart hurt or I felt alone. This particular night I sobbed the whole drive home asking my dad why wasn’t enough; when was it my turn to have my happily ever after? I got home and sat in my car a couple extra minutes to wipe off the mascara running down my face. I told my dad, just tell me you are still here with me, tell me I'm on the right path. I walked up to my apartment and unlocked the door. I flipped on the lights on the wall adjacent to my couch. I looked down to slip off my shoes and found the picture of me and dad. It fell off the wall where it hung on over the couch. It was a picture of me when I was little smiling in his lap. I knew he was telling me to smile that he had always been with me. To this day, I always get a sign from him when I ask.

More recently, my new amazing and well adjusted bf and I met in November and we knew, we just knew. Neither one wanted to waste a minute playing games and we decided to move in together after a couple months of dating. It was so strange how I made this decision so impulsively and without much thought or feedback from friends. I packed and sold off what I could. When I emptied my apartment I stopped to looked around and it hit me! I was really doing this!?! I had just gotten out of a very dysfunctional relationship in April and I felt like I needed more time or I was rushing to another mistake. I thought maybe I was rushing to leave the apartment I shared with my ex. Again, I talked to my dad, I begged him for a sign that it was the right choice. I had a few last things I had to donate or toss and being over the moving process I had a friend come over and help put out the last things in my alley. This middle of the purge a middle aged guy drove by in a truck, obviously dumpster diving. In broken English he stopped next to me and pointed to my stuff and said, “free for me?” I said "yes!" I also told him I had great dresser inside and if he wanted it I could help him load it. He agreed happily. I was grateful to get that last piece out! When I was done helping him load all the bad memories of my narcissistic ex, he asked me my name in Spanish. I told him Anna and I asked his. His name was Ramiro! My dads name. I got chills. It was dad. He gave my sign. Needless to say, my decision to take a chance in love has been the best thing I’ve ever done and every day I realize more and more I'm with exactly the type of man my dad would have wanted for me."