This site is dedicated to bringing to the foreground unusual and unexplained anomalies. However, this page is dedicated to loved ones. The photos presented here are lovingly shared with you from people who have lost those close to them and wish to let you know that their loved ones, and yours, are still with them - even after death. Please honor these caring people, in return, by viewing their photos and sharing their most precious moments. Click on the photos to enlarge.
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The three pictures you see above were taken on July 13, 2005. This is the day that Katen lost her son, Brad. On this day, Katen took a personal day to be able to spend the time with her son in her own way. At Katen's request, as she has had contact with Brad often, her sister took digital photos of part of her personal time with Brad. The first photo shows an Orb to the right of Katen, the second photo shows odd anomalies in the photo of Brad that are not there otherwise, and the last photo shows an Orb on Katen's head. She is convinced that this is Brad visiting her on this most important day and wishes everyone to know that our loved ones are still with us.
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The photo that you see first here is a family photo taken August of 2003. Michelle, the beautiful little girl that you see in the picture on the right, passed at the age of nine very tragically in 1993. Her mother, CindyJo, shares this with you:
"I don't necessarily believe in para-normal things I am a Christian who believes in God's Promise of Eternal Life and this is, indeed, what Michelle and I discussed days before she parted."
The family photo that CindyJo has so lovingly shared here seems to show that Michelle wished to be a part of the family picture as well and appeared in amazingly glorious ethereal colors for her family.
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The two photos you see above have a very unique connection. In the first photo, you will see CarolAnn Crowley (back) who submitted these photos, her sister (left) and her mother (right). The right picture shows CarolAnn's sister again with her husband and grandbaby two weeks before her sister's passing. Nine months previous to the second photo, CarolAnn's mother passed away as well. Take a look at the second photo in the background. It appears that CarolAnn's mother came for a visit to her sister's family only two weeks before her sister passed on. The only other person at the house at the time was a niece who took the photo. There is no mistaking that the Spirit you see in the second photo is CarolAnn's mother.
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Khan

These photos were sent to us by Bernie and Denise from the UK. They show to us that we never know "when" those we love will show up in our photos or "where" they might show up. In the photos below, you can see Kim hiding in the underbrush, but Kim passed away fourteen years ago at a very old age and this photo was taken only recently. In this wooded area, there is very little wildlife - the largest being a jugged hare or  a badger . My first thought, which I shared with Bernie and Denise, was that it was a fawn. But, if you look at the eyes and the nose, these are not fawn characteristics. If you compare the enlarged photo with the one of Kim, there is no mistaking that she came back to see Bernie and Denise.
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These photos were sent to us by Karin Diorio of her son, Peter, who passed away in August of 2002. The first two photographs were taken 3,000 miles apart. Peter's ashes are in the golden urn in the first picture. There are several interesting areas of these photos. The first picture shows a light going upward from the urn itself which could be the flash, but you can also see this light going up the article behind the photo in the second picture and this is not in line with the flash on the actual photo. There is also the strange shape and spatter pattern in the first photo on the right hand bottom of the framed photo. This is not a reflection of anything in the photograph itself. A few odd shapes can also be seen at the base of the picture of Peter in the second photo. Karin also sent the third photo of her son and two friends. It is obvious from this photo that the Spirit World was well aware of Peter before he passed. In picture four, you see Karin with her son, Peter, before his untimely death. Although we can see the sun to the left of Karin, the bushes behind Peter are dark. This is where we find the angel shape which has been enlarged on the right. The angel has the halo, head, wings, dress and feet. It's absolutely stunning!!!
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WE HAVE A SECRET
We have a secret, you and I that no one else shall know, for who but I can see you lie each night in fire glow?
And who but I can reach my hand before we go to bed and feel the living warmth of you and touch your silken head?
And only I walk woodland paths and see ahead of me, your small form racing with the wind so young again, and free.
And only I can see you swim in every brook I pass and when I call, no one but I can see the bending grass.
Author Unknown

Moira Simpson and Bob Fitzgerald
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Talisa Waterson was born and raised in Great Cornard, Sudbury, Suffolk, England and was not yet 18 years old when she was called back to "Home". She bore her illnesses courageously and spent a very long time in hospital. She was a very friendly girl who had a very loving family. Talisa had to spend a long time in bed but she still managed to be cheerful. I asked Sheryl, her mum, if we could put Talisa in the Loved Ones and she said of course we can. The other day, her mum sent me a picture taken of Talisa a year or so back. She was at a friend's home and when the picture was developed, spirit light was swirling round this brave girl. She had a very good sense of humor and made friends very easily. To those who knew her she is sorely missed. To her parents, Sheryl and Keith, and to her grandparents who doted on her, we send all Spirit's love. I knew Talisa's Grandmother, Joan Waterson, who sadly died of a bad heart many years ago. I know that Talisa is with them, all over in the spirit world, and has given proof to her parents and others that her radiant spirit still lives on. May God bless and keep this young lady safe in his arms and may her indomitable strength keep coming through to comfort her family left behind. Safe in the arms of Jesus. Angie Christie, Night Watchman Chronicles, England
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Brenda Elizabeth Meade
For Those I Love and Those Who Love Me
Now I am gone, release me, let go.
I have so many things to see and do.
You mustn't tie yourself to me with tears,
be happy that we had so many years.
I gave you my love, you can only guess
how much you gave to me in happiness.
I thank you  for the love you each have shown,
but now it's time I traveled on alone.
So grieve a while for me if grieve, you must,
then let your grief be comforted by trust.
It's only for awhile that we must part,
so bless the memories that lie within your heart
I won't be far away, for life goes on.
So if you need me, call, and I will come...
Though you can't see or touch me, I'll be near.
And if you listen with your heart you'll hear
all of my love around you soft and clear...
And then... when you must come this way...
I'll greet you with a smile, and say
"WELCOME HOME".

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Peter John Broughton
Margaret and John Broughton wish me to write this obituary for them of their beloved son, Peter. Peter passed away tragically in 1991 at the age of 17 years. His anniversary is on the 12th August. Margaret told me that this young man was her "pride and joy". A happy lad who was very caring and loving towards her. Peter's one wish was to go to America and play Basketball and he was so fond of this game and so good at it that he became Team Captain of the side he played for. His one idol was Magic Johnson, the American Basketball player. He would sit for ages just watching a video of Magic's way of playing the game. When the day came to say goodbye to Peter, Long Melford Church was packed with his friends, family and school teachers. He has proved he is still around by playing all sorts of tricks which make us all laugh and my one regret was that I never met him over this side. I met his mum Margaret at the Spiritualist Church. How Spirit maneuvered me to meet his mother is absolutely "mind blowing" in the extreme. Too long to put on the Loved Ones page. We, over the years, have had strange unexplained things happen, both in his home and in ours. He is so mischievous and its wonderful to know he is still here with us, popping in now and again and letting us know he has visited. Through this wonderful magazine and Loved Ones page, Peter's mum, Margaret, is now in contact with another Peter's mum in USA. Karen Diorio. I am so glad that this magazine brings so many people together and to know that writing to each other has given each of them comfort. Karin's Peter also passed in August. I hope and pray that both Peters have met one another in Spirit and that their mums continue to comfort each other via letters and pictures. May God bless you, Peter, for your life, your sense of humor and '"pranks" that you play each year on the family. Angie Christie, England. The photo on the right was taken by Psychic Photographer, Ron Bowers, at the Broughton home in June of 2006. Margaret, John and Angie Christie were present at the time Ron took this photo in their home. As you can see, a Spirit Light, as straight as can be, seems to have allowed itself to be photographed. Possibly Peter sending one of his messages of love to his family.
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Saxon
Sleep you now our gentle friend,
Have the rest that had been denied,
You were a loving dog for sure,
And how family and friends have cried.
Your legs grew weak, you turned so deaf,
And walks grew shorter than before,
You had to steel yourself to walk,
And tackle steps to go out the door.
Through it all you never lost,
Your zest for life was there inside,
Your favorite time at morn and night,
Was breakfast and supper and walk outside.
Aunties and Uncles, you had many,
Coming with a special treat,
Aunty Brenda it was a biscuit,
Aunty Margaret, a peppermint.
And every day you knew what time,
The Bonio tin would open wide,
And we would give you your special treat,
That tasty biscuit bone inside.
All these things we will always remember,
Now they have laid you down to rest,
It will be some time till we feel able,
To live without you, it is our test.

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