A lot of odd things have happened since Ed has passed away that make me believe that he is still there, watching over me in his own ways. One night after Chris had gone back to New York, it took me four hours to fall asleep. During that time tossing and turning, I noticed a rectangular light right above Ed’s bed where he’d slept. It wouldn’t go away, and I couldn’t figure out where that light was coming from.

Yesterday night, while looking for parking in Newport, we were having the hardest time finding a spot. Then after blocks and blocks of looking, we finally found one – on Edward Street. On the first part of the block, there were multiple basketball courts – Ed loved basketball. On the end of the block was a small cemetery. The coincidence was too odd.