Now, If I smoked, I would start this blog off by sitting here and lighting one up saying “here’s to you life, just show me where to go”.

We all know that I am spontaneous. When I wake up in the morning I am the laziest person on earth. I don’t want to get out of bed, I just want to sleep for another 20 minutes.. and maybe another 10. I get up out of bed, go to work and mosy on by with whatever it is that I am doing until around 3pm when I get this spike of energy and I want to go to the mall, go tanning, get my hair done, fly to Vegas for dinner and wake up in Hong Kong all within 24 hours.

Some say I’m crazy. Some people over the years have come to hate me. But I say oh well. I don’t care. Because life, is a reason.

Not to take into consideration that I am still considered very “young” I have seen and been though a lot. And definitely have experienced things that only about 1% of the population gets to experience. I live life on the edge of my seat. My friends hate that. No one can ever make plans with me because I don’t know until the very last minute.

I’m late for everything… I’d even go as far as saying that if I died tomorrow, I would be late for my own funeral!

But that’s whats fun about life to me. The spontinatey of it. Because truly, you really never know what’s going to happen, or what’s waiting for you around the corner. (Yea I just totally made up that word lol).

With that in mind, I dedicate this blog to my late uncle Nelson. I have written about him a couple times in the past and this one I promised a friend that I would write. It just took me some time to write it because it took some time to digest. It’s a bit of a crazy thing, but its part of my life.

I do know that not a lot of people are believers in the paranormal and I have to say that I actually witnessed a skeptical believer get freaked out.

For me, this event was purely the light signing down upon me telling me that I am on the correct path of my life every step of the way, and that I am destined to do what I do. I was born to be “HemiGirl” and God just proved it to me. And as stupid as it may sound, it is a day that I will never forget. Ever.

It was sometime a couple months ago I was in NYC for a broadcast on SIRIUS Howard 101 to do the auto show. I’d taken the train down from Boston earlier that morning, did the evening broadcast and I was chillin’ out with my Ronnie; as usual after the shows.. Before I left the building I had stalled a bit, chit chatting with people inside about how the show went, no big deal. I left about a good 20 minutes after we normally leave. As I was walking out of the elevator, a man walked out in front of me with two guys on each side of him. No big deal. He walked out the SIRIUS building about 40 seconds before I did and all I saw when I opened the door behind him were cameras flashing from all directions. Ronnie and I were directly in the middle of a sea of people taking pictures of this man, obviously a rockstar. As Ronnie and I started to walk away from the crowd I heard the man say something and my heart stopped. Something told me to turn around and go back turn around and go back. I told Ronnie hey now, hold on a minute I gotta see who this guy is I just have this weird feeling. As I turned around and started back towards the man I realized who he was and nearly fainted, screamed, cried, laughed and died all at the same time. The man in front of me, that rockstar that was in a sea of adoring fans and swarming photographers was none other then the front man to my uncle Nelson’s FAVORITE band, Iron Maiden. I simply walked up to him and said “Bruce, my uncle Nelson passed away, you were his favorite, he would have killed to be standing in my shoes right now, and I’d like the honor of having an autograph.” The ironic part of this was that I had nothing for him to sign, I had no idea who he even was at first, and the only thing I had on me was one of my HowardTV post cards. I took it out, flipped it over and had him sign the HowardTV logo.

At that moment, I realized that I was where I needed to be in life, and that my uncle will forever be there with me by my side.

After I got the autograph, I walked back to Ronnie almost in tears and he had asked me what the hell I was upset about. So I explained to him that I had an uncle that I was very close with, who passed away last year. His favorite band was Iron Maiden. His dream, something he forever wished for, was to be able to meet the guys of Iron Maiden. I fulfilled his dream. For one moment, just one moment, I felt my uncle living vicariously though me.

Ronnie and I began to walk and talk passing by shops in Time Square as I was telling him about my uncle and his passing. He was freaked out that he had just experienced something paranormal with me. He was so amazed at what had happened. And the crazier part, if I hadn’t stalled for 20 minutes I would have never met the guy.

Doesn’t that make you freak out? It just makes you think…. what would your life be like if you waited 10 minutes or were early by 20…. was it meant to be???

As we were walking he stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and said hey look! I looked in the window and we both looked at one another and said “that’s fucked up”. In the window of a shop on 7th Ave, where a New York Yankees t-shirt would normally sit, was an Iron Maiden T-shirt. It was something so abnormal it was almost a divine intervention. Not only was it an Iron Maiden t-shirt, it was the same t-shirt that I had bought him (Nelson) for Christmas the year before he died. It looked like it came from the 80s, it had that worn look to it. And it was simply amazing. He’d never worn that shirt either, he told me that the day something special happens in my life is the day he will wear it. This worn looking shirt was just something that I would never ever see on a normal day in the window or even ever again. It was at that moment that I knew that this is who I am, this is who I should be, and this is where I need to be going. I am on the right path.

All of this was completely random and just because of circumstances of time, I fulfilled a dream of someone who had passed on. And I KNOW that if anyone in my family experienced this, they wouldn’t have appreciated it like I did. We had that connection and this was something meant for me to experience.

The very next morning I walked around the corner out of my apartment down to 7th Ave to that store that had the Iron Maiden T-shirt in the window. And to my surprise, it was replaced with a Yankee’s t-shirt. I called Ronnie right away and said hey, your never going to believe this but that t-shirt is gone… and he simply said that is just freaky. Although he did mention that he thought about going back and buying it for me but wasn’t sure if it would upset me. How sweet <3 I love my mambo man. I am grateful that I had him with me to share such an experience. It helps you know you are still in reality.

I said that I was going to have the autograph laminated and I was going to bury it in the dirt above his grave.. but I never got around to doing it. My heart feels I should keep it in my bag as my good luck charm, just like he kept photos of me as a child all the way through high school in his wallet.

I’ve visited him a couple of times since. And our visits always go the same. I stop, I sit, I close my eyes and say “whats up Nelson how’s life?” and I play him songs from whatever is in my iPhone, pumping music into the ground.

The last song I played for him was Iron Maiden “The Trooper”, off the album Somewhere Back in Time, because somewhere back in time my existence was pre-determined, and my life is the reason.

Rock on Iron Maiden! Horns up to you guys! And horns up forever to my uncle Nelson. I’ll be seeing you again someday….. man I almost wrote soon. God I hope not that would suck lol

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