One of our conversations was about my having another child. She wanted me to keep my adopted daughter from being an only child. I had been undergoing fertility treatment for 9 years before adopting a baby one and a half years before. I said to my mother, “Ma, I’ve been trying. Why don’t you send me a sign from heaven.” She died shortly thereafter.
With her life insurance, I went for invetro fertilization. From 14 fertilized eggs, only 1 survived the dish and was implanted, though, I was discouraged and almost gave up at the most painful part of the procedure. My son is now 17 years old and looks just like my brother. My mother, I am convinced, had something to do with that. She is my guardian angel always.