I miss my mother.

After my mother died. In my bedroom,right before I would fall asleep,I would hear footsteps. I'd look,nothing there. At first I was frightened,then it was a welcoming sound. Before mt mother died,she promised me that if she could let me know she was O.K. she would. One of her last wishes, while she could,was to go to Mexico. So we went. She bought me some crystal wind chimes,that now hang in my kichen. They chime all the time for no reason. I have six other chimes that hang around hers that do not move.

I believe that the dead will try to communicate with their loved ones.