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couldnât be given to us. (Parents, please learn from our experience and ask your college student to fill out this form.) By Friday we were very concerned, but we didnât want to ask around, as we felt that it was important for Michael to have his independence. Friday evening Lyman called Michaelâs work, and he had not yet arrived. So then we made a few more calls to his friends and fellow classmates, and after that we decided to contact the hospitals as well as the police and requested a wellness check.
Once the police arrived, we were drilled as to why we would be concerned. They just didnât seem to get what we were telling them, that this lack of communication with our son was extremely unusual for us. Finally, they went to his apartment and asked us to wait outside. Then, within minutes, we had our answer . . . Michael was gone. We were told heâd been deceased for about four days. This meant he died on May 25, the day I had the ache in my heart and the lump in my throat. I now believe, without a doubt, my soul knew that Michael, my baby, was gone.
I have never cried so much in my whole lifeâit was unending. I felt as if someone had just ripped my child from my womb. How could this have happened to our family? It happens to other familiesânot ours. Thatâs the false sense of security we all feel.
But somehow, even after his death, Michael has managed to show us that he is still very much around. The first morning after our loss, Lyman found at eye level in the closet a duffle bag strap that had been missing for almost a year. Spencer had borrowed the bag and all the kids were aware that Lyman wasnât happy about the strap being missing. But on this morningâalmost taunting Lymanâthere sat the strap! When Lyman asked Spencer where he found it, Spencer said he didnât find it, and nor had Jordan or I. It just appeared . . . Michael? Then, during the first year after Michaelâs passing, we experienced TV shows freezing at scenes that only had meaning to us, and the radio playing just the right lyric at the right moment. We knew Michael was communicating with us. We also believe that we may not have heard him if that bag strap hadnât shown up on the first morning.
One evening I was browsing in the bookstore and there on the shelf were Allisonâs books. I am a believer that if I open a book randomly and get a message, then itâs meant to be for me. So I purchased all three of her books and read and reread them from cover to cover. I knew then that I needed to attend one of her seminars and see what she had to say.
In April 2010 I did just that. I was amazed at the people she brought through for others. I didnât get called upon that eveningâat the time I only had one question for Michael, âAre we on the right track with our private investigation?ââalthough I do feel his presence daily. I also believe that because we are such a close family, Michael would want his dad to be present when he came through.
A month later I thought I would at least email Allisonâs office to get my name on a waiting list for a reading. I knew this could be a long wait, if it was to even happen. I received a reply with dates available for a phone reading. However, because I really didnât want a phone reading, I decided instead to fly to Arizona in October and take my chances at being called on at her seminar. I made a note on my to-do list to email Allisonâs manager, Mark, and let him know of my plans.
On 24 May 2010, the one-year anniversary of the last time I saw Michael, I was at our favourite deli with Lyman. Strangely, I hadnât really thought about the location or the date until I received a call from a number I didnât recognise. Because I was selling tickets to a cabaret fundraiser event in Michaelâs honour for the Art Institute of Portland Film Department, I had to answer all calls. It was Mark, calling about booking
Once the police arrived, we were drilled as to why we would be concerned. They just didnât seem to get what we were telling them, that this lack of communication with our son was extremely unusual for us. Finally, they went to his apartment and asked us to wait outside. Then, within minutes, we had our answer . . . Michael was gone. We were told heâd been deceased for about four days. This meant he died on May 25, the day I had the ache in my heart and the lump in my throat. I now believe, without a doubt, my soul knew that Michael, my baby, was gone.
I have never cried so much in my whole lifeâit was unending. I felt as if someone had just ripped my child from my womb. How could this have happened to our family? It happens to other familiesânot ours. Thatâs the false sense of security we all feel.
But somehow, even after his death, Michael has managed to show us that he is still very much around. The first morning after our loss, Lyman found at eye level in the closet a duffle bag strap that had been missing for almost a year. Spencer had borrowed the bag and all the kids were aware that Lyman wasnât happy about the strap being missing. But on this morningâalmost taunting Lymanâthere sat the strap! When Lyman asked Spencer where he found it, Spencer said he didnât find it, and nor had Jordan or I. It just appeared . . . Michael? Then, during the first year after Michaelâs passing, we experienced TV shows freezing at scenes that only had meaning to us, and the radio playing just the right lyric at the right moment. We knew Michael was communicating with us. We also believe that we may not have heard him if that bag strap hadnât shown up on the first morning.
One evening I was browsing in the bookstore and there on the shelf were Allisonâs books. I am a believer that if I open a book randomly and get a message, then itâs meant to be for me. So I purchased all three of her books and read and reread them from cover to cover. I knew then that I needed to attend one of her seminars and see what she had to say.
In April 2010 I did just that. I was amazed at the people she brought through for others. I didnât get called upon that eveningâat the time I only had one question for Michael, âAre we on the right track with our private investigation?ââalthough I do feel his presence daily. I also believe that because we are such a close family, Michael would want his dad to be present when he came through.
A month later I thought I would at least email Allisonâs office to get my name on a waiting list for a reading. I knew this could be a long wait, if it was to even happen. I received a reply with dates available for a phone reading. However, because I really didnât want a phone reading, I decided instead to fly to Arizona in October and take my chances at being called on at her seminar. I made a note on my to-do list to email Allisonâs manager, Mark, and let him know of my plans.
On 24 May 2010, the one-year anniversary of the last time I saw Michael, I was at our favourite deli with Lyman. Strangely, I hadnât really thought about the location or the date until I received a call from a number I didnât recognise. Because I was selling tickets to a cabaret fundraiser event in Michaelâs honour for the Art Institute of Portland Film Department, I had to answer all calls. It was Mark, calling about booking
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