3 TRUE & UPLIFTING TALES

“After my sister, Beverly, was killed in a car accident last June, I felt like my life was over.

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SIGNS

A blessed breakdown

She and I were inseparable and we loved going to the beach every Fourth of July to watch the sunset and fireworks. But on my first Fourth without her, I couldn't bear to go alone and worked late instead.

“Driving home, I took the back roads to avoid holiday traffic. But as I rounded a bend, my car choked and died. I kept trying to start it, but I was stranded.

“I got out and walked down the road a bit and came upon a small cliff overlooking the ocean. I looked up and saw the most glorious sunset...and I knew my sister was with me; I could even smell her perfume. We were together, side by side, as always.

“A few minutes later, I walked back to the car, turned the key and it started without hesitation. I melted into a tearful smile. ‘I love you too, Bev,’ I whispered, now knowing our tradition lives on.”

—Mary Sheffield, 54, Webster, NY