I Have a Nick Story Book 3: Book 3: Amazing, Happy Stories…Friends

By Sunny Armstrong

Sunny used her counseling experience to handle the grief from the sudden death of her son, Nick, at age twenty-six, by writing in a journal. Numerous unexplainable incidents immediately occurred following Nick’s death, not only to Sunny, but to family members and friends. I Have a Nick Story became the mantra for those incidents when shared with one another. God has allowed Nick to communicate through various astonishing means. Sunny believes she should not be the only one receiving such examples of God’s goodness. She decided to share Nick’s stories of his love for her, for his family, and for his friends with interested readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: Oct 9, 2020
• ISBN: 9781664204447

Sunny Armstrong

Sunny Armstrong was born and raised in Worcester, Massachusetts, along with her two sisters. She has lived in California most of her life. Sunny is a former elementary teacher, middle school teacher, counselor, and administrator. Sunny has continued teaching at the community college level. She enjoys vacationing with family and visiting her numerous nieces and nephews, her immediate children, extended family, and precious grandchildren. Along with weekly Pilates, yoga, and biking, Sunny also is an avid reader.

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ISBN: 978-1-6642-0443-0 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-6642-0442-3 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-6642-0444-7 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2020917028

WestBow Press rev. date: 10/01/2020

CONTENTS

Introduction

January 1, 2018: The Message

October 9, 2013: The Box

January 27, 2018: The Glove

February 5, 2018: The Text

February 13, 2018: Nick Guarding Me

February 18, 2018: My Nightstand Picture

February 24, 2018: Birthday Gifts

February 27: 2018: The Picture

March 4, 2018: The Shirt

March 6, 2018: The Noise

January 15, 2014: Kaitlin’s Spoon

June 4, 2017: The Caterpillars

June 5, 2017: The Caterpillars—Nick’s Fourth Anniversary in Heaven

June 22, 2017: The Butterflies Arrive

June 30, 2017: Butterflies

July 3, 2017: The Butterfly Picture

July 6, 2017: Printing the Picture

June 5, 2014: First-Year Anniversary

June 5, 2015: Second-Year Anniversary

June 5, 2016: Third-Year Anniversary

March 17, 2018: The Musical Theater West

March 30, 2018: Nick’s Tricks

August 2, 2016: The Fabulous Concert

April 14, 2018: Being Strong

May 12, 2015: The Vapor of Warmth

April 15, 2018: The Reservation

April 19, 2018: The Tattoo

April 25, 2018: Speaking of Ireland

May 1, 2018: The New Chair

May 5, 2018: The Keys

May 12, 2018: Pre-Mother’s Day Gift

May 13, 2018: Mother’s Day Gifts

May 19, 2018: Natalia’s Birthday Dinner

June 2, 2018: Ireland

June 5, 2018: Nick’s Fifth Anniversary

July 11, 2018: More Butterflies

July 12, 2018: Natalia’s Phone

August 1, 2018: The Market

August 15, 2018: The Assumption

August 30, 2018: The Gifts

September 3, 2018: More Gifts

September 11, 2018: The Library

October 12, 2018: The Baseball

October 28, 2018: The Computer Screen

November 2, 2018: Sadness

October 18, 2014: Gordon and Renee’s Wedding

December 23, 2014: Izzzzzy

December 25, 2014: Izzzzzy

April 30, 2016: Izzzzzy

August 17, 2016: Natalia’s First Day of School

December 8, 2018: The Light

December 10, 2018: The Phone

December 12, 2018: The Light

December 23, 2018: Nick’s Birthday Present

December 27, 2018: The Phone Call

January 4, 2019: The Passenger

February 5, 2019: The Cologne

February 16, 2019: The Birthday, the Cards

February 23, 2019: The Baseball Game

February 24, 2019: My Birthday: The Text

July 14, 2017: Nick’s Godmother

July 22, 2017: Nick

February 25, 2019: The Cologne

March 2, 2019: Book Signing

March 7, 2019: A Voice from the Past

April 6, 2019: Life

May 16, 2019: The Dress

Like the Story of January 17, 2015: The Thread in I Have a Nick Story, Book 1

June 5, 2019: The Figurine—Nick’s Sixth Anniversary

June 12, 2019: The Shirt

June 24, 2019: The Butterfly

June 27, 2019: The Paint

July 2019: The Month

August 1, 2019: Solitaire

August 3, 2019: The Airplane

November 18, 2016: My Cell Phone/The Limousine

August 4, 2019: The Surprise

August 17, 2019: The Picture

September 3, 2019: The Shower

September 23, 2019: The Cologne

September 27, 2019: Nick’s Cologne

October 11, 2019: My New Bedroom

October 12, 2019: Book Signing and Lecture

October 23, 2019: Natalia’s White Shirt

November 20, 2019: Nana

November 25, 2019: Pictures

November 27, 2019: Thanksgiving

December 2, 2019: The Dream

December 6, 2019: The Parade

December 8, 2019: The Gym

December 15, 2019: Comfort

December 18, 2019: Peter, the Handyman

December 23, 2019: Happy Birthday, Nick

December 25, 2019: Christmas

January 7, 2020: My Best Friend Forever, Sandra

January 8, 2020: The Backpack

January 8, 2020: Two Silly Girls, Best Friends Forever

September 29, 2014: Nick’ Picture

May 12, 2015: The Vapor of Warmth

January 10, 2020: Sandra

January 17, 2020: The Phone Call

2013–2020 Phone Calls

November 4, 2013

December 2, 2013

August 31, 2014

May 10, 2015

June 2, 2015

August 22, 2015

September 4, 2015

October 14, 2015

December 2, 2015: Bluetooth

March 2, 2016

November 12, 2016

November 18, 2016: My Cell Phone

December 23, 2016: The Cell Phone

Some of the Numerous Times Kaitlin Has Had Phone Experiences

January 27, 2020: My Visitors

February 24, 2020: Happy Birthday

February 28, 2020: Nick’s Godmother, Rose

March 3, 2020: Sandra

April 15, 2020: A Phone Message

May 28, 2020 Kaitlin’s Vision

INTRODUCTION

T here’s a saying, Never speak of religion or politics, especially at family gatherings. Inadvertently, you do not hear a saying such as, Never speak of death. Why is that? There are strong opinions defending arguments over religious and political issues. Yet death has no argument. It’s a fact.

When someone dies, the usual response is, What happened? Knowing the facts as to the cause of someone’s death gives us a degree of insight—false as it may be—that if we stay clear of the deceased’s circumstances, we can escape that manner of death.

When I was nine years old, my father, James, suddenly died at the age of thirty-eight. He had been an alcoholic and scared me at times. One afternoon while I was playing with my dolls in my room, my dad’s spirit came to me. From the corner wall and chair area, my dad appeared in full body form, six feet tall, very handsome, dark curly hair, and big brown eyes. I wasn’t scared; I felt a calmness. My dad said that he was sorry he scared me when he had been drinking, and he would never scare me again. He asked if we could be friends. As he did so, he put out his big hand. I put my little hand in his. His hand was so soft. We shook hands.

Years later, when my daughter, Natalia, was six months old, her father left for a military assignment. One night I was awakened by a calm male voice calling my name. I sat up in bed and saw my twenty-two-year-old cousin Jim’s spirit walking from the hallway into my bedroom. He was wearing a bright-blue suit. He smiled and said, Hello, Sunny.

Hi, Jim. Nice to see you. Jim continued walking past the foot of my bed and exited right through the wall.

The next morning, Jim’s older brother, Francis, called. He and his wife, Marie, and their two children had just returned from military duty in Germany. He said base housing wasn’t yet available and asked if I had any room for them. I told him that Jim had checked out my place the night before and must have told him to call because I had lots of space and would love the company.

One day, several years later, my sisters and their four children left our mother’s house after a fun-filled visit. While standing at the stove, pan-frying steaks, Mum said that she always thought I would be the one who had the most children. I said, I’m thankful for our daughter and her three older stepbrothers. Such is life.

My mother said, Well I’ll just have to go to heaven and send you a baby. I thanked her and said that would be a one-way trip and a bit drastic. We laughed.

A while later Mum had a stroke. As she lay in the hospital bed, my aunt Joan and I—she on her knees to the left of Mum, and I on my knees to Mom’s right—were saying the rosary. Suddenly, standing at the end of the bed, was Jesus in His beautiful blue-and-white robes with His medium-length brown hair and a brown beard. To His left stood beautiful Mother Mary, demur, white-flawless skin, and dressed all in white with a sky-blue veil. On Jesus’s right was my dad in a dark suit, white shirt, and black tie.

I asked, Aunt Joan, do you see anyone standing at the end of the bed?

What? What are you talking about? Then she told my mum it was time to go be with James, my