“I lived with my best friend, Nora, for 10 years. I was divorced and she was widowed. We had met at a coffee shop when she saw me working on a crossword puzzle, and she ended up helping me crack the stubborn clues. That led to a great conversation, and from that day on, we were virtually inseparable.
“Thanks to Nora’s friendship, every day was full of laughter and small adventures. So when she was diagnosed with cancer, all the color drained from my world. And before I knew it, she was gone.
“We had discussed the afterlife as her condition progressed, and in attempts to ease my distress and fear, Nora had promised to send me a sign that she was happy and okay. But after she passed, there were no vivid angelic dreams or butterfly messengers…just silence and a void in my heart.
“One morning, I sat at our breakfast nook and worked on a crossword puzzle. It was the first one I could bring myself to do after I lost her. But to my surprise, more and more answers ran shivers down my spine: THE WAY WE WERE…our favorite movie. ALASKA…where we dreamed we’d visit. HOGAN…her last name. Is this really you? my heart whispered.
“The next answer made it undeniable…FLIGHTY. It was her nickname for me! Tears stung my eyes. The finished puzzle read like a note from heaven. ‘You did it again,’ I uttered in awe. ‘You found the answers I was looking for!’” - Beth Marks, 68, Miami