DevilDawg and Cathy both have written a journal about signs. I have my own sign story, but it's an electrical sign.

In 1995, my husband died. He had been ill for quite a while. The day after the funeral, I went into the bathroom and flipped on the light over the vanity. Pop! A light bulb blew out. It startled me, but I changed the bulb and didn't think anything of it. The next day, I flipped on the kitchen light. Flash! Two of the three bulbs in the fixture blew out. I scratched my head and thought, "those bulbs were changed just a couple of weeks ago, wonder why they burned out." Gathered the laundry and started for the basement. Flipped the light switch at the top of the stairs, and it burned out. Now, that light I couldn't reach, so I left the door open and walked downstairs and flipped on the light down there. This went on for five days. In five days, I had nine light bulbs burn out. Not being terribly sane at the time, I stood in the middle of the kitchen with my hands on my hips and looked up and said, "Alright, Carl, I get the message. I know you're still around. Leave the damn light bulbs alone." It was probably a year before another bulb burned out.

A sign? I think so.