Harry was OBSESSED with the number 333. He would call me or text me when it was 3:33pm and always saw 333 everywhere. Serial numbers, house numbers, if he came across a number, it most likely had 333 in it. It happened so much during our relationship that it was a little freaky.
Just a few weeks before Harry passed away, we were talking one night about death and the afterlife. We both completely believed in life after death. I asked him if he would haunt me if he ever died before I did, because I would haunt him. He said, “Are you kidding? Of course I will!” I then made him promise he wouldn’t scare me. He said “I won’t scare you. I’ll just make 333 show up all the time. Anytime you see 333, it will be me saying hi.” I told him that better not be happening anytime soon. We hugged and that was that. I never thought that a few weeks later, he would be gone.
Fast forward to July, 2009. Harry had been gone for 6 months. I attended a John Edward group reading (if you don’t know who he is, click here) with my Mom. Although we weren’t picked for a reading, both my Mom and I had a great time. During the reading, John stressed that “if you wanted a sign from someone who has crossed over to the other side, just ASK. Out loud, ask for a sign.” So, after I said goodbye to my Mom at the train station, I got in my car and started driving home. About half-way there, I said out loud, “Harry, if you are still here with me, show me a sign. OK? Show me a sign!” The rest of the ride home was uneventful. I pulled up to the house and looked down at the dashboard:
Well, that freaked me out. That was a sign! I took a picture, so that when I later told this story, people wouldn’t think I was crazy. I went into my apartment and went online to share the photo with my Facebook and Twitter friends. While on Facebook, I checked on Farmville, which I was just starting (before I quit), and saw this:
My score, 333. Another sign. Again, I took a screenshot to prove this actually happened. Next, I went onto Twitter and checked out John Edward’s @Infinite_Quest account, since I had just attended his reading:
He had 333 followers. Now, this could be explained as a strange coincidence. But, really? I directly ask Harry for a sign, and this is what happened. Since then, I haven’t really asked for any signs, but my printer consistently “turns itself on” at least twice a week. The thing is, it doesn’t turn on, no lights come on, but it makes the noise as if it is. It just happened earlier when I started to write this post. When I was in California this past January, I was sitting in my Mom’s home-office with her explaining what was happening, and then the printer in HER office did it. At that exact moment.
This past month, I had plans to go to the Dave Matthews shows at Citi Field. When I got the news that my Mom had passed away, I had to decide whether I still wanted to go. Everyone said, “Go! Your Mom would have wanted you to go!” My friend had ordered my ticket with hers from the Warehouse (the DMB fan club), so I picked the ticket up from her the day of the show. Here is photo of my ticket for Friday’s show:
The serial number on the ticket begins with 333 and I am in section 11. My heart skipped a beat when I saw this. Not only because of the 333, but because 11 was my Mom’s favorite number. We even buried her in plot #11 in that section of the cemetery, because she loved that number so much. My friend hadn’t received the tickets until the week prior, after my Mom had passed away, so I took this as a sign that Mom and Harry both wanted me to go to the show. If this wasn’t enough, when I checked into the hotel for the shows, you can only imagine what room they put me in. That’s right. Room 333. I don’t have a copy of the receipt anymore because I gave it to the parking garage attendant to prove I paid. You’ll just have to take my word on that one.
I still see 333 often, and every time I do or the printer turns itself on next to me, I just smile and say, “Hi bebe.” because I know it is just him saying hello. Have you ever had any signs from the other side?
