My husband died in a motorcycle accident in 2001. In the few short months following, even though I had moved area I saw a camper van we previously owned and also his old car, which we had sold some years earlier. A few months later I decided to buy my daughter a pony. I viewed the pony and then went with my sister-in-law to pick it up. The pony was standing in a dark corner stable, but in the next stable, leaning over chatting to the pony was a big black horse. My sister-in-law took one look at it and said it was a horse she had sold sometime earlier. She had know idea where it had been moved to. These are no doubt coincidences but obviously I was looking for signs from my husband.<br />
In 1989 I was working for the London Ambulance Service, I attended an road traffic accident in Hendon where the Air ambulance helicopter had to land. About 4 years ago I started going out with a policeman who it turns out went to pick up the Doctor and paramedics from the helicopter to transport them to the accident.<br />
Lastly, my mother was nosing around a junk shop in Hastings, she came across a WW1 photograph of a Cavalry Officer.