A couple of years later, one of my lifelong best friends, Ann, died of congestive heart failure and lung cancer on the morning of Good Friday, April 14, 2006. I had asked her to show me a sign when she passed, like a hummingbird in my yard, to let me know that she was OK.  She died without letting me know what the sign would be but when I realized she waited till Good Friday, the day Jesus died on Cross, I was amazed. It was a sign in itself.   Even so, I believe I had another sign because that night, when I was informed of her passing, a friend called shortly after and insisted on coming over. I had been driving 100 miles each way to see Ann in the hospital several times a week for the last few months and was exhausted and depressed and planned on going up in my attic to mourn her death.  My friend said he just happened to be in the area and even though it was after 10pm he wanted to stop by. I was in my pajamas and said I really didn't feel like doing anything but going in my attic because my best friend just died. I finally agreed to let him come over, but said I'd be in my robe and pajamas.  He said he didn't care.  When he got to my house he tried to cheer me up and he explained what a beautiful night it was driving over on this bike.  I then decided to see for myself so I went to my glass sliding door and walked out onto the deck. I looked out to the most beautiful clear sky, with many stars and a great big full moon glowing through the bare mighty branches of the majestic oak trees.  The night air was calm and of a perfect temperature and the moon, which has always held special meaning to Ann and I, was radiant with light.  I then realized it was the sign Ann left me.  I was born under the sign of the moon (Cancer) with my Venus and Moon in Taurus.  She was born under the sign of Taurus. I am so glad I let my friend in, as otherwise, I would have been unaware of the full moon that night.  I know now that Ann sent my friend to me to notice the sign she gave me to let me know she was alright. 
       Ann left behind a young child, and the song she picked for her funeral was one that was to make her son not cry,  and to know she was in a better place. The song she picked, "When I get to Where I'm Going," is written below: