In case you wonder if your beloved friends and family can communicate with you after they pass over to the other side…

I just returned from a community dinner. I sat with a lovely woman named Victoria who likes to be called Vicki. What are the chances that two ladies named Victoria would meet and share dinner on Thanksgiving?

While we were eating and chatting, I looked up to see a woman who looked a lot like my late friend Dee, walking out of the kitchen.

On my way out, I stopped and told the woman, “You look so much like my friend.” To which she said, “They say everyone has a double.”

“Yes, I miss her terribly, she passed away in June. She was the best, she was like a sister to me. She never met a stranger.” Then I choked up.

The woman reached out to me.

“What was her name?”

“Dee,” I said with tears in my eyes.

“Hi, I’m Kathleen,” the woman said as she hugged me. Her hug felt like a “Dee hug”.

Out in the parking lot, a license plate on one of the parked cars had “111” – an angel number.

I feel that Dee visited me today.

(Photo: 2019 in Maine)