I HAD to write when I read all these wonderful music box stories. My daughter gave me a lovely acrylic picture of a seashore with a lovely quote about hope. It had a music box on the back which played "wind beneath my wings". We always thought of Mom when ever we heard that tune. I kept it propped up on my bay window. After my Mom's passing, I heard that music box playing all by itself. Lights would go on and off by themselves, phone would ring and no one would speak, this kept up during the days of our grief. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt it was Mom, letting me know she was nearby. On the day of my daughter's graduation, my Amy remarked how Gram would have loved to be there. I replied, "She will be". Lo and behold, while looking under the bed for something, I found my mother's high school graduation photo that I thought I had lost years ago!! Years later, my Dad passed, and while making a solo trip to his hometown, and just about to cross the bridge for home, the radio began to play "If I could dance with my father again". I sobbed all the way home. There are no coincidences. Rennie