only one story. Shortly after my husband's mother died, he came home off an afternoon shift and went into our son's room to check on him. He was looking at him in his crib and whispered that he wished she could see him. She used to collect music boxes and we had one in his room. After he said that the music box played a few notes. This happened about 17 years ago, and he still gets a chill talking about it.
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