It was about 3:30 on the morning of October 26, 2002 when I woke my husband, Danny, to tell him I felt like I was dying! The crushing pain in my chest lasted only a few moments before I leaned over the side of the bed, vomited, and fell into a deep sleep.
I woke to the ringing phone and realized Danny had already left for work. The next few moments were a blur. I remember my son’s father, Terry, telling me that our son, Troy, had been killed in an automobile accident and hearing myself scream, "No God, not my baby boy!" It was the worst day of my life.
Nothing prepared me for seeing my first born child in a casket. Parents are supposed to leave this world before their children, not the other way around. What about Jaidan – the three month old daughter he’d left; who would raise her? She was crying her heart out that day; no one could soothe her. I took her for a walk, we changed her diaper, we made her a fresh bottle and still she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her other grandmother was holding her when the funeral home started playing the song "Angel" by Sarah McLachlan.
As soon as "Angel" started playing Jaidan went completely quiet. It was later her grandmother told me that when the song started playing Jaidan quieted down, laid back, spread her arms out, looked up above and gently moved one of her hands as if someone was tickling it lightly with a feather. She stayed that way until the song ended. She never cried again that day. It was the beginning of a multitude of miracles that I and family members have continued to receive since Troy’s passing.
At home alone on November 6, eleven days after he passed I was busy printing out pictures of Troy for friends and family members. I had them all spread out on my dining room table; the table also had a flower arrangement sitting in the middle of it that I had gotten at the funeral.
The dryer buzzing in the utility room signaled it was time to take the clothes out. As I stepped back into the dining room I stopped in my tracks. I’d just received the greatest surprise of my life. There, lying on that table, next to all those pictures, was a single flower pulled out of the arrangement. It was in that instant I felt my son was still with me. I knew I was still loved.
Several days later I would be so thankful that I’d taken a picture (it’s in my book, "Troy’s Miracles") as I would come to realize I was not the only person to receive a gift on this special day. On the eve of that 11th day my daughter, Terra, came in shaken. She had been driving home on the state highway when a deer darted out from the edge of the road then suddenly stopped. She said the way it stopped is what amazed her; it was as if someone had blocked its path, not the normal way a deer would stop to run back. She felt sure it was Troy.
Talking to Jaidan’s mother a few days later I found out that on the same day she had been driving on an icy road with Jaidan strapped in her car seat when the vehicle started to swerve. She knew they were going into the ditch. Suddenly the vehicle stopped spinning around on the ice. She couldn’t believe it was also headed in the right direction. She felt Troy had saved them. That same day Troy’s friend Kara who he had been very close too was sitting in her bedroom on the bed thinking of him and smoking a cigarette. All of a sudden the cigarette went flying out of her fingers as if someone had knocked it out. She picked it up and again it flew out of her fingers. After the third time she finally realized what was going on and said, "Okay Troy, stop it!"
Trisha, his cousin, was born just a few days prior to him and she told me at the funeral he always felt more like her brother than her cousin. She loved him dearly. I found out she too had a miracle on the eleventh day. She was standing by a cabinet when the football that Troy had given to her son fell off and hit her on the top of the head. The same football that had been in the same spot for years suddenly decided to jump off the cabinet. She knew Troy was still around.
A few weeks later I met with Troy’s dad to go through his things. We had all been so worried about Terry. He hadn’t hardly left Troy’s casket at the funeral. He looked so lost. We were afraid he might have a heart attack as his loss was so deep. I was surprised to see him smiling so big when I arrived; not just smiling – glowing.
Terry had a story to share with me; a story I found out happened on the eve of the eleventh day of our son’s passing in the automobile accident. He said he was sitting in his living room when he had the strongest urge to walk outside. He got up and walked out the back door of his home and the first thing he noticed as he stepped out into the night air was how completely calm and quiet it was. Not a single leaf was moving.
Terry walked to the corner of his house and as soon as he turned that corner the weight of the world lifted off his shoulders. There, above the tree in his yard were three angels, all in white, whose wings were moving ever so slightly to keep them afloat. The angels to the left and right were both faceless. The angel in the middle was Troy, looking down and smiling at him just as he had looked the last time they were together.
At that moment I had total confirmation that my prayers had been answered. God had taken care of my son. We believe Troy continues to give me and others strength and gifts on a regular basis. We are truly blessed with our very own special guardian angel and the confirmation that our children never really leave us.
P.S. This is just a small account of the miracles recorded in Troy’s Miracles