[sara1998]

After my hubby died, and I moved into a new house, my outdoor lightbulbs on either side of the garage kept burning out. No sooner then I would replace one, the other would go out. This happened about 6, 8 times within a couple of months. Someone suggested Jason was messing with me. So, when I went to replace another burnt bulb, I told him to "leave 'em the f*ck alone..." Needless to say, I haven't replaced a bulb since. There was a couple of times in the past 2 years (I can't believe it's been that long) that I've wondered aloud where something was, and I clearly hear his voice in my head telling me where to look. Sure enough, it's where I'm told to go. Yes, I absolutely believe in the afterlife.