Always a Ray of Sunshine continued...
By Karin Diorio

July 15, 2004

Vince is gone for the week and so far nothing has happened. The bed has not moved like it has when someone is in the room. I've still left the bathroom light on to comfort me. Wednesday, I did feel a spirit come into the bedroom and touch my back. It was a comforting feeling. It was either my mother or Peter. That's the feeling it was. I know they love me and miss me too. Earlier this evening, when I was speaking to my brother, I watched as my bedroom door was shut. It was as if someone was there and just closed the door. I told my brother what had just happened and we had a good laugh over it. I really believe people believe me when I come out with these statements because they are real and I am not making it up.

July 28, 2004

This is a very bad week for me. Peter's anniversary is this weekend and I am dreading it after going through it last year. It seems to get worse the longer it is. Today something beautiful happened while I was sitting for Sandy. I was talking to Peter as I often do and told him that it is a bad week for me and if he could be with me, it would make me very happy. When I finished those words, something told me to look up and I did. Low and behold, there was a beautiful yellow monarch butterfly. As I've said before, I was told right after Peter died, he would come to me as a wonderful butterfly. As I looked at it, it flew back and forth in front of me and then disappeared.

Later that day, I went to pick up Vince. As soon as he was settled in the car, he said to me, "Guess what?" I don't know, I said. Vince said, "Peter has a girlfriend." I said, "What do you mean?" "Today something told me to look out the window and there were two beautiful monarch butterflies flying back and forth in front of me." I told Vince that it was either his girlfriend or my mother to let him know they are there with us this week.

The next morning, I had to go to the dentist for a cleaning and I told Peter to come with me because I felt it was going to hurt. I have very sensitive teeth. I laid back and all of a sudden I felt him playing with the bottom of my pant leg. I sat up and looked forward and there was a picture of all different colored monarch butterflies. I had to laugh at that because it had the yellow and black and white one that Vince saw.

That night, when Vince and I got home from work, we noticed a card from my friend Elinor. She is Peter's godmother and she really feels my pain. She sent me a card last year and it made me cry. As I was opening the card, Vince stood next to me to look. We opened it up and there was a card filled with Monarch butterflies. What more do I need to know that Peter is with us at this time and always.

I called Susan this morning to tell her the story and she added one to it. She said, "Mommie, I know what you are saying." They went to Vancouver, Canada this past week and they were sitting with their friends at the pool. Max was standing there when a monarch butterfly flew around his head. Max said to his mother, "Look, Mom. Uncle Peter is here." Susan's friend said, "Uncle Peter? That's funny." Susan told her that Peter had passed away and that he visits as a butterfly. She probably thinks we're nuts, but we know different. Don't we, Pete?

It has been quiet for awhile now, only occurrences two or three times a week when I feel energy around my bed. Most of the time it is a jolt which I think is done to wake me up if needed. I can't think of Peter or my mother without something happening.

December 4, 2004

Well, I'm on my way back to New Jersey to see my friend Barbara for her birthday. I'm at the airport and I feel something moving my chair. I am a little frightened at the prospect of flying due to the fact that I hate to fly. I feel my chair move ever so lightly and I call out to Peter and tell him I am frightened about the trip and would he please be with me in any even something happens.

I went into the ladies room, and as I was standing there combing my hair, I watched as the handle of my purse started to move. I then knew for sure that someone was with me. I went back to my seat and all of a sudden there was a strong jerk on my chair. It really started to move and it scared me with the strength of it. I called Vince on my cell phone and told him what was happening. I said that he was trying to tell me something. Should I not take this flight? Vince reassured me that all would be all right. So, off I went.

During my trip, I had another experience. Cor, my dear friend, took me out to dinner for my birthday which also happens to be her birthday also. As soon as we got there, she asked me if I felt anything. She said that we should walk around. As I stood up, I felt a chill up my spine. I told then that I felt something.

We sat down and waited to be served our meal. I had just put a piece of bread in my mouth when electricity shot through me which has happened many times before. This time, it lingered as to be feeling a long, hard hug. Cor told me that my eyes went back into my head and then I started to choke on the bread. I thought it was over until, once again, it happened and then again. Cor said to me, "Karin, did Peter like me?" I said, "He loved you." She then said, "Why doesn't he do that to me?" I turned and told Peter to do it to Cor, and guess what? She started pulling at her jacket and then her neck and she told me it was the strangest feeling she'd ever had. People ask me if she was telling the truth and I believe her because I could see it on her face.

As we were leaving, she told me that the restaurant was haunted and that there were a lot of spirits there. Her granddaughter had seen several herself. So, I am not alone in my thinking.

Peter is with me most nights, but then he will be gone for a period of time. Then, he'll be there again.

August 2005

It's that sad time of the year for me again. Peter will be gone three years. I can't believe how fast the time has gone. Being the anniversary of his death, I decided to have another reading by a famous psychic.

Peter was around a lot before the reading and then the time came for him to speak through the medium. He didn't disappoint me. My parents came through and they brought a young man who says he is your son. At that I cried. I knew he would come. I cannot begin to tell you how much he said was true. He named every one of my nephews whether they were alive or in the afterlife. He told me how they died. He asked me how Peter died and I wouldn't tell him. He said, "Did he shoot himself? Did he hang himself?" Finally, he said, "I see him falling which is how he died." But, to be correct, Peter did try the first two before the final ending.

The psychic asked me if I knew an Andrew or Andy. My husband and I said no, we didn't. He said, "Well, you will soon." Guess what? The very next day, a young man wrote me a letter telling me he'd read my story. Guess what his name is? You got it. Andrew!!!

I have been very concerned that Peter is not at peace because of the suicide, but Michael assured me that he is in the afterlife and that he is very happy. His love is so strong and it will live on through time and space. Someday, we will all be together and I am at peace knowing my son can and does visit me just to let me know he cares. Love is eternal.