When my mom died many years ago, I got the call in the middle of the night. After hanging up, I went into the livingroom and sat down. Immediately, I felt Mom in the room with me. There was no doubt. She had come to me.
Someone I knew was with his mom when she passed. Right after she died, he heard her say, in his head, "Oh, it is so beautiful here! I've never been happier. And 'Joan' is here!"
Do you have experiences like these to tell us about? It would be interesting to hear about them.
my DH grandaugther has the 'gift' of we think like a medium of sorts. she has said that her other grandpa came to her and stood infront of her and relayed what to say to the others in the family that he was 'happy and fine not to worry.' the same nite the exwife saw him as well different houses. my own DH has what may be dimensional insight? into seeing his 2 deceased brothers who were drs. they visit regularly and he calls out to them and reaches and smiles like hes touching. at first it gave me the beejeebies but now i find it all rather soothing to know if its true they will be there for him when his 'turn' comes. my mom also said my dad came to sit on her bed in the middle of the nite and called her name over andover - and somehow she said she knew he was ok. she didnt sleep in that bedroom again but moved to a smaller one. i believe it frightened her. that was 4yrs ago. divvi
We were driving home one night, I was dozing and he went to sleep at the wheel. We ended up going off the road and through a field, through a fence ending up on a road below the highway. We both felt that his deceased sister was in the car with us that night. We ended up with a broken kingpin on one wheel and a few scratch marks on the hood and roof of the car from the fence. We were very, very lucky - it could easily have been water that we ended up in or something concrete that we ran into doing a lot more serious damage.
divvi - that was so nice of your Dad to let your mom know he was okay.
I hope that when my dh goes that he will be able to take a few moments and say good-bye to me and let me know if I handled everything okay for him. That would be one of the best last gifts he could give me.
My DH hasn't come to me, he passed 2 years ago. But I lost my youngest son when he was 18 to a car accident, he was on his way to work. Somehow, I knew that he was with me in spirit that morning, I knew something bad had happened to him. I called my oldest son to come home because I had a bad feeling about his brother. He drove up right in front of the Highway Patrol that was coming to tell us of our loss. I also had a "vision" of him,while laying in bed in the dark I saw the back of him with a little boy on each side. It upset me, I thought he was mad at me about something. The next day a friend of his came over to tell me my son had come to her grandmother in a dream to give me a message that he was okay, and that he had two little boys with him, one on each side. My thought is that I saw the back of him while he was in the grandmothers dream facing her and giving her the message for me.Because I had seen the back of him, I believed the message was real. I also rolled over in bed one night and saw Jesus standing in front of me with his hands open and I heard him say "Trust me that I know what is best for your son", but his mouth didn't move, I just heard him. I see those as gifts that helped me get through the horrible grief process.
I took care of my father from his cancer diagnosis to his death and I asked him to send me a sign that all was well after he died. He said he would try. It was a wintery spring day when we were driving up some rural roads to his small down for the visitation before his funeral. We were in two cars that contained our entire family, his wife, my family of 5, my brother's family of 4 and my other brother. No other cars were in sight and an animal was up ahead of us standing in the road. We stopped both cars because it was in our path and it was a reindeer. We live in an area with many deer but reindeer are not native or wild here. We stared at the reindeer and it stood and stared at us for the longest time before moving on across the road.
When I was pregnant with my first child, my father's first grandchild, I announced it to him at Christmas by giving him a little stuffed reindeer with a funny name that we called the unborn baby and a note that he was going to be a grandfather in the summer. He kept that little stuffed reindeer for 13 years perched in his den until the day he died.
I don't think my brother's ever gave a second thought to that reindeer that crossed our path on the way to his visitation.
When my Dad was dying we were all taking turns sitting with my Dad. My daughter went in and pulled her chair up close. (They were very, emotionally bonded) He looked at her and with a weak hand reached out and touched her stomach. He wispered, "You are, aren't you?" She had just discovered she was pregnant and had not told a sole! She just smiled. When he passed, she was holding his hand and she felt a shock go through her. It was a warm and comforting feeling. She was sure he had passed through her unborn child. Her son was born 8 mos later to the day. He was named for him and even though my daughter is adopted, this little boy could not be more like his Great-Grampy. He has his sense of humor, that twinkle in his eye and so much more. I do believe!
Before my older sister passed away with cancer I asked her that if there were any way would she let me know she was okay? We were extremely close. At her memorial they played Amazing Grace. The next day the radio station I listen to played Amazing Grace on my way to work. That afternoon on the way home it played Amazing Grace again. I had never before, and have never since heard Amazing Grace on that radio station. Coincidence? I like to think not.