On the day following my mother’s cremation I awoke to view 2:22 digitally glowing green on a clock, but it wasn’t the only thing aglow. I thought nothing of this number except that when rolling over I saw a garage door light glowing green. I attempted to rationalize why this white light cover was glowing various intensities of green, almost like it was a blinking green light. My eyes were only inches away from the light, yet I assumed it was some sort of power indicator light. Later I learned that there was no indicator light and the single bulb inside this cover was white. While attempting to fall back asleep, a thought came to my mind that my mother’s warm ashes were all alone in the living room upstairs, resting in her favorite recliner. I thought then that I might light a memorial candle, but I couldn’t find any matches. Then, I remembered that I had her night light with a cover of an angel that she had by her bedside. I plugged this in an outlet next to her remains. I never again saw such lights, but the number 2:22 (the time when this green glowing light appeared) still haunts me. I don’t claim it to be my number, rather it is a number that clearly reminds me of her. Highway 222 was the road I traveled frequently to visit her. She was born November 22, 1926 (11.22.26) and again there appears a string of twos that follows the number 11. Exactly one year later from the day of her cremation, I sat in her favorite recliner that held her ashes for a night. I was working on my sister-in-law’s laptop computer. Again I witnessed something extraordinary. After cleaning up the cache, deleting the web browser history, removing deleted files, and setting up a new home page, I closed all the programs and clicked on the internet explorer icon to make sure things worked properly on the lap top, only to find a very peculiar “pop up” web page. It was my mother’s online obituary guestbook (Legacy). I closed it pretty quickly with my family sitting next to me, reset the home page to a different web site, closed the browser, and again clicked on the internet explorer icon. For a second time my mother’s online Legacy guestbook appeared. Before closing the browser this time, I decided to forward the web page to other family members with the explanation I’m giving here now. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t send, because mysteriously I was offline (a wireless disconnect). I checked the browser history and it was empty. I checked favorite places (bookmarks) and my mother’s guestbook wasn’t listed. And it was never the home page of any computer in the household, much less the laptop that I was cleaning up. There is no explanation readily available.  Perhaps electronics (digital clocks & computers) are merely a medium for Angels and those among them to communicate with us.  One thing is certain, these communications are about something bigger outside of ourselves, yet very near to us.