A woman in my survivors group was talking about different "signs" she thought she had experienced from her husband, who killed himself six years ago. She found them comforting. That's not really something i believe in, but i told myself i would try to notice any possible signs. Keep my eyes open as it were. A few days later, i was sitting in the park when a lovely black puppy came running up to me -- all long legs and enthusiasm. He ran around behind me and jumped up on me -- all very soft and fun and fine with me. I love dogs, but can't have them where i live. The owner came over, called the dog and apologized. I said it was no problem. A few minutes later, the puppy came loping back to me and let me pet him briefly. The owner called him again to come back. The puppy's name was Wally. That was my father's name. My dad killed himself 17 years ago. I guess you couldn't ask for a more classic sign. Is my dad happy like the puppy? Does he want me to be happy like the puppy? Did he just want to touch me and have me touch him? I don't know. Am I letting him down by not reveling and taking comfort in his "visit?" Why couldn't he stay? I just don't know.