I bought this beautiful reversible baby shoes for my grandson’s, baptism. I had to wash them, it was the only shoes in the shop and it was handled en turned to the “bike” side or the “white” side out by a lot of customers. As I took them from the washing line a thought comes from nowhere – show it to your mother. It was so strong and real that I walked excited towards the back door with the shoes in my hand. As I opened the door I suddenly realize, my mother is dead, loooong time ago. It never happened to me before, but in that view steps towards the door it felt immensely happy. I think from the heaven she did see me with the baby shoes. She and my daughter share the same name.