I lost my nephew 18 years ago to suicide. The week before his birthday this year the memories hit me really hard. During a reiki session, my practitioner suggested I ask him for a sign. I did so on a Thursday night and first thing Friday morning. I stopped at a store Friday morning and found a little sticky heart stuck on the ground and knew it was from my sweet Bret. At the end of my work day I found your heart hanging in the bushes outside my building. Overwhelmed with emotions and gratitude, to say the least.
