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October 17, 2004 I would like to share something with you that happened a few days after we buried my precious son and before his birthday. First, you must know that I was born in Acapulco, Guerrero. I met my husband there, but when we got married we moved to California. Acapulco is a tropical city in Mexico known worldwide for its cliff divers and beautiful scenery. When my children were young our family would visit there every few years. My children learned to love the ocean and beautiful views. We always looked forward to visiting. A few days after we buried my son, a tropical depression started to form off the coast of Guerrero (the state where I was born). This hurricane came all the way to California where it disintegrated, causing no damage anywhere. It only brought nice cool weather and some rain with pleasant winds that refreshed the desert where we live. Interestingly enough this tropical hurricane shared something very significant with my son...its name. This hurricane was named HERNAN, a name quite rare to many and shared by my son. In addition, its calm nature and pleasant characteristics reflected the same compassionate spirit my precious child had. He was always ready to lend a helping hand to those who needed it. The people who knew my son were very impressed by this "coincidence." Everybody thought it was amazing that this hurricane would appear at this time and be named HERNAN. For me, it was a sign from God. I feel in my heart that my beloved son's spirit went to Acapulco to say goodbye to my birthplace and then returned to California to take his last breath in the State where he became the beautiful and kind person that he always was. You can find more details on tropical storm HERNAN on the weather channel-September of 2002. As I said before, after losing my precious child I started to notice all the small miracles the Lord grants us every day, and I praise Him for all He has done and will always praise Him. God bless you! October 16, 2004 I would like to share something with you that, for me, is a small miracle. I know that for many people what I am going to say is nothing, but for me it's a miracle that God granted me last night. For many years I have been suffering from migraine headaches that, most of the time, are so intense they make me ill. I can't handle any food, light, or noise. Last night, my daughter and her husband invited my husband and I to dinner. I don't have the opportunity to go to nice restaurants too often, so I was very excited. When I was getting ready I could feel my headache coming on. I usually take some pills for my headaches before they intensify, but this time I decided to offer up my migraine for a friend who is very ill. I decided to suffer patiently for my friend. My past experience has taught me that my headaches don't go away by themselves until I take some kind of medication, but this time it was different. This may sound a little incredible, but I can honestly say that as soon as I offered up my sacrifice to God, my headache started to calm down and later, at the restaurant, I barely had it. When I came back home, my headache had disappeared completely. This is my miracle and I believe it is a sign that my friend will be healed with the grace of My Loving Lord. It is also a sign of God's merciful love. If we are willing to sacrifice and give of ourselves freely without asking anything in return the Lord blesses us, often in unforeseen ways. October 15, 2004 A miracle happened yesterday morning, but to make myself clear I am going to start from the beginning. Two years ago, at my beloved son’s funeral, we noticed two white doves that came to the funeral. They were on a tree close to my son’s casket and on top of the small roof where I was sitting with my family and friends. These white doves stayed there the whole time going back and fore from the roof to the tree. At the end of the funeral, when everybody left, except me and my other two kids, my husband and the rest of my closest family, we said good bye to my precious son and I started walking toward the car. My mom then noticed that the white doves were walking behind me, like following me and she told me about it. That was a very special moment for me. Later, in the afternoon, I came back and I found two white feathers on top of my son’s sepulcher. Then, the next day, I came back and I found two more. Since that day, every time that I find a white feather, I know it comes from my Loving Lord and my beloved son like a silent symbol to remind me that they are near. A few days ago, I was thinking that it would be a great miracle to find a white feather on top of my son’s sepulcher and yesterday morning my miracle happened. Yesterday in the morning I went to the cemetery to pray a rosary like I do every day. When I arrived I kiss the picture of my son in his sepulcher and then I started praying. When I was praying the first mystery, I turned to look my son’s picture and I saw something white close to his picture and next to the light he has. Because it was still a little dark, I thought it was a letter that some of his friends had left there, so I grabbed it and what a surprise to see that it was a beautiful white feather!!!! It looked like somebody left it especially for me, almost hiding under the light. I feel in my heart that my son put it there with God’s permission to remind me of their love and their presence near me. Thank you Lord, Thank you Blessed Virgin Mary, Thank you my beloved son! |
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