UNEX Tales of People Crossing Over - Evidence of Our Friends/Family in the After Life

[Chance]

Been wanting to start a thread similar to Raggedyman's - 'Tales from the rainbow bridge - evidence of our pets in the afterlife", but one for people 'passing on/crossing over'. We all have family/friends that have passed on - just part of life in this world, but sometimes, something 'different', 'amazing', 'unexplainable' happens as they are approaching death or even after their death, e.g. 'visitations'.

I have found that people don't bring their story/stories up in 'normal conversation' - only when someone else speaks up first. I hope you do share - I am sure almost everyone has a story.....

As a parallel to Raggedy's thread this is for people to share experiences they have had with family/friends that have passed. Direct experience, a family member's experience, a family doctor's experience - first hand, second hand, from someone you trust - stories you feel comfortable in sharing here. We know these stories can be painful and are personal. We appreciate this and thank you for what you wish to add here.

I know there are many NDE stories out there, and I have had two family members with their own NDEs - if you wish to add those, please do. I may add my family stories also.

I am a Christian and believe in Heaven and Hell, but this is not a thread 'about religious beliefs' it's about true experiences as best as can be written about and shared. This thread is also in UNEXPLAINED and not RELIGION.

Raggedy's thread contains many amazing, fascinating, heart warming, hope-giving stories that many shared about their beloved pets and what happened to them at death or after death. If you haven't visited that thread - it's well worth the look.
http://www.timebomb2000.com/vb/show...dence-of-our-pets-in-the-afterlife&highlight=

Raggedy wrote that his thread isn't for "uncle John and grandma", but this thread is.

If you have a story you would like to share, please do. I hope these stories bring hope and comfort to those who have friends and family that have passed on. I think these stories are an important part of life and of being human. And need to be recorded and shared.

I have several family and friend stories to add - will do so soon.

Thank you for contributing and for visiting this thread.

Chance

 

[Raggedyman]

Chance
many thanks for starting this thread . . . I particularly appreciate your adding this: "I am a Christian and believe in Heaven and Hell, but this is not a thread 'about religious beliefs' it's about true experiences as best as can be written about and shared.This thread is also in UNEXPLAINED and not RELIGION."

I look forward to reading about many wonderful and hopeful experiences
RM

 

[Cardinal]

Very nice idea Chance. Sometimes it is easier to write about these things than to speak of them.

Some folks here may recall I lost my daughter back in 2005. She was a month shy of her 19th birthday.
Because of the fact that she was an organ donor, and I was convinced that she was not "brain dead" I was haunted beyond words after she passed. Feeling guilty that I hadn't been able to do anything to help her. ( I was so broke at the time, I had to borrow gas money to get to the hospital she was at.)
About 6 months after she passed, I had a dream. This is the only dream I have ever had of my daughter.
I met her in a beautiful forest. There are no words to describe the beauty of this place, or the feeling of peace.
She came up to me and put her arm around my waist, and as we walked together she said, "Don't be sad, I'm happy here."
We came to the edge of a valley, and below we could see small children and animals playing together.
Across the other side, was a gorgeous gleaming marble temple.
I knew I could not go there, and I couldn't stay.
When I woke up, the haunted feeling was gone, and although I remained sad and still miss her, there was a feeling of indescribable peace.

About a year ago I recounted this to a woman I worked with who had also lost her child. Her husband and son both committed suicide.
She also had a very comforting dream where her son came to her and gave her a message.
She was also left with a feeling of peace after that dream.
I believe that God in His mercy allows these occasional visits to encourage us on our journey.

 

[Chance]

What prompted me to start this thread today was because of a conversation I had at lunch this last week with a friend.

Her brother was diagnosed with metastasized colon cancer early in 2018. He had undergone various treatments that year - surgery, etc. In 2019 he started a four month regimen of yet another chemo treatment...at the end of the treatment they found that it hadn't helped at all - the prognosis now was grave.

She told me in April that her brother had entered the hospital and wasn't expected to leave so all the family was showing up. When the hospital chaplin visited, her brother asked him if he would pray for him. The chaplin did.

A week and a half later she texted me 'we are still waiting for my brother to pass. Dr. thought it would be over by now.' He passed a few days later.

My friend spent a lot of time with her brother in the hospital and was there when he passed.

When I finally met with my friend she told me her brother was in a coma and only 'came to' two times to talk to a family member. So he could hear them talking to him. One family member was his wife - after he continued to hang on in a coma, the wife told him 'he could leave, it was OK to go'....he opened his eyes and said "He's not ready for me yet."....went back into the coma and never spoke again before his death days later.

"He's not ready for me yet." I asked my friend to repeat what her brother said and she did and I wrote it down so I'd remember it correctly. I am writing this here because I want others to know about this - what happened.

 

[Chance]

Here's a story my father told us kids growing up.

My dad's mom and grandmother were Norwegian - his mom was very superstitious; and she read the weather in tea leaves for the farmers who'd come from far and near to get a prediction of the weather. (Just thought this was pretty cool.)

There was a picture of my grandmother's uncle on the kitchen wall. One day as the whole family (6 sons) was having dinner, this picture SLID down the wall. Dad said it didn't fall off the wall, they watched it slid down the wall. His mom and grandmother were at the table and noted what happened and said - looks like uncle 'such and such' just passed away. Sure enough they got the phone call a bit later.

Never heard of something like that happening before.

 

[Deena in GA]

When my oldest daughter was just three, our family was travelling home from a vacation and were hit by a drunk and drinking driver (he was already drunk, but "just driving around drinking beer"). My husband and our 15 month old daughter were both killed. About nine months later, my surviving daughter and i moved into a new home. She was about to turn four when we moved. The morning after the first night we spent in our new home, she came to me and told me that when she was sleeping she saw her daddy and sister in heaven and that they were well and happy. She was happy about it and never worried about or cried for them again after that

 

[Chance]

My FIL was diagnosed with lung cancer. He opted for no treatment. A year later he died.

He was in the hospital for over two weeks in a drug induced coma. His daughter and granddaughter rotated days and nights staying in his room with him. He 'came to' only one time early on when his son walked in to the room - coming in from out of town and hadn't seen his dad in a few months. They said my FIL woke up and smiled at him (how did he know his son was in the room? as no one had spoke at that point - my SIL told me this). Then back into a coma - nothing more until moments before he died.

His granddaughter was there when he suddenly set up in bed and said "Can't you see the pretty angels?" and then fell back dead.

My SIL told me about this after he passed.

 

[Chance]

My mother was 15 years old when her mother (her grandmother) was dying of congestive heart failure. My mom had her cradled in her arms and could hear the death rattle. Doctor was hours away (rural Arizona in the '40s).

My mother told me her mom would be talking with her and her father (grandfather) and then would ask "Can't you hear them singing?" My mom said "No, momma, I can't hear them." She told her husband to 'not be late - that she'd be waiting for him'.

Several times as she and they were talking she'd asked them the same question: "Can't you hear them singing?"

Her mother died in her arms.

When the doctor arrived he told my mom she drug out her mother's death by not letting her go...but based on my friend's brother saying 'He's not ready for me yet." I don't believe that to be true. She had a specific time to die.

 

[Chance]

My Jewish friend (an MD/PhD) told me this amazing story.

Several years ago he bolted up in bed in the middle of the night - he looked at the clock and noted the time. All he knew was he had to recite the Jewish prayer they say before death - he said he said it over and over knowing he just needed to say it - not knowing why. He soon fell back to sleep.

The next morning his brother from back east called and said their father passed away at such and such a time in the morning - the same time my friend was woken up and knew he needed to say that prayer.

How did he know? Amazing.

 

[Chance]

Years ago when I worked in the hospital, night shift, as the medical technologist (only one on nights) I was called to the ER a bit before midnight.

There was an elderly man, in his eighties, with a young man (grandson?). The elderly man kept apologizing for keeping us all up at this hour. He was so very apologetic as the staff explained this is our 'normal' shift. I remember thinking how kind and caring this man was. Here he was in the ER and his thoughts were for us!

This man was taken to surgery for an abdominal aneurysm - I think I did a 22 unit cross match that night - running units over to surgery all through the wee hours of the morning - that's by far the most units I've ever cross matched! At about 0500 a nurse came and told me to stop. I didn't know if that meant the surgery was a success or there was nothing more to be done.

At 0600 I went up to ICU/CCU to do the morning blood draws, as I usually did, and as soon as I stepped into this very large room my eyes were immediately drawn to my left - caught by an ethereal light covering that man's bed - and that young man was kneeling at the side of the bed. It was a shaft of light coming down that I had never witnessed before - covering both of them. The sight took my breath away - the thought came to me that 'that was holy ground - there are angels here'. I wondered why none of the nurses seemed to notice this 'light'. They were busy about their 'end of shift chores', I thought.

I didn't walk over there as I knew something 'other worldly' was going on.

The man died later that morning.

I had made many, many visits to ICU/CCU at that time in the AM and through out the nights and had never had that happen before or since.

 

[jward]

I want to thank Chance for starting this thread. I very much appreciate everyone's willingness to share intimate memories and experiences. We rarely have the opportunity to trace the path of our words, or their impact, as they leave us. I'd like you to know that, for the first of many times, I'm sure, your verbal arrows flew true, and have provided much needed comfort and encouragement on an especially painful anniversary.

One story I can quickly share is from my own experience when I was about 14. A ' bowling alley' friend had passed away, and months later she phoned me in one of those breathtakingly real seeming dreams. She actually was the one who introduced the imagery of the phone, and her frustration, mostly teasing, that i never answer the damn ring. She then told me she was doing fine, and so was John, who'd passed months earlier, but they'd only known of one another.

It was a healing and hopeful experience that I view as actual soul to soul contact.

 

[2Trish]

My granddaughter spent the night with us years 15 years ago, she had just turned 3. The following morning she told us had met her other grandmother during the night & she was an angel. She had kissed her on the forehead. We found out a couple hours later that her other grandmother who lived 500 miles away had died that night. They had never met, makes you wonder!

 

[Murt]

I had a brother (eary 50's-no wife -no children)that was in hospice in Arizona.
Myself and my other brother were with him and he wasn't expected to live more than a day or so.
Both my other brother and I were with him when he passed very early one morning.
When we called back to Georgia to let the rest of the family know.
My nephew told us what had happened.
My nephew was skyping with his girlfriend who was in Brazil.
He left for a couple of minutes to go get a drink and when he came back his girlfriend asked who was there with him.
He replied no one.
She told him that while he was gone that someone got in front of the camera and smiled and waved at her.
She described my brother that had just died and the description was perfect --she had never seen him.

 

[Codeno]

Thanks Chance, very nice thread.

 

[Craftypatches]

Thank you for sharing these stories as I just lost my Mother the end of May. I remember when my Dad passed I wanted him back so badly I thought (crazy I know) if I could wish him back I would. I really didn’t want to let go. I remember one night I had a dream and Dad came back and I was so happy to see him. I saw that he was terribly upset and I asked him why. He said he didn’t want to be back in his sick body. He then said he was with His Father in heaven and looked so peaceful in a way I never saw him. It was the most vivid dream I ever had and it made me realize it is selfish of myself to wish him back. I keep telling myself that with my Mom but I still am having a hard time letting go.

 

[NCGirl]

When I was about 10-11 I had a dream that my great Aunt came and woke me up and told me that she wouldn't be able to take me around the garden anymore. I used to follow her around for hours in the garden and with her chickens. I got up that morning and told my mom and she said "it was just a dream and of course she will take you around her garden many many more times". We got a call shortly after saying she had passed during the night in a car accident. She was a very sweet lady.

 

[jward]

Crafty, I'm sorry to read that your grappling with such a recent and profound loss. You and your family have my condolences.

 

[Laurane]

I always thought that when a person was comatose or "out of it" or non-communicative, that the time spent still here - (and we all wondered why they hadn't passed on yet) - is the time that they were being taught by Heavenly beings and it was one last time for them to learn what they needed to learn on earth.

Time is not the same "up there" as here and so the learning time may be much longer for them, and they also know when it is time to leave.

 

[Hermantribe]

My father-in-law, a great guy, died of a stroke at the kitchen breakfast bar on the morning of July 4, 2010. 2 days later, our 12 year old daughter told us he had come to her as she slept, and told her he was ok, and he loved her and all of his grandchildren. She was dead serious, and we are certain it was him. What a blessing.

On the other hand, I'm still disappointed I didn't have an NDE when I went into a diabetic coma on Christmas Day, 2004. I always thought it would be so cool.

 

[fairywell]

Very interesting thread. Thank you to everyone who has shared.

My Mom died of cancer when I was 29, she had just turned 55 two weeks earlier.
My Father and 3 sisters and I were heart broken as we loved her dearly. I had a dream about a month after she died. In the dream I was in a busy city type setting with busy roads and crosswalks and buildings everywhere and I saw my Mom walking way up ahead of me and so I was desperately trying to catch up to her, she was wearing a sleeveless shirt that I loved that she wore during hot months,( she died in June when it was quite warm), everything about her in the dream was her, her mannerisms, walk, gait etc. It was like really being there trying to catch up with her. Twice she turned around and put up her hand to suggest to me to stop and she shook her head with a smile saying no I could not follow or go with her but without words. She got to a crosswalk before me and crossed to the other side of a busy four lane road that had a parking garage on the other side and I got stuck when the light changed and could not follow her to the other side of the road. I watched her disappear into the parking garage across the street as I was still stuck on the other side of the busy road. I looked up and she was standing at a half wall of an open 4 story parking garage on the 3rd floor and looking down at me stuck on the other side of the road. She smiled and shook her finger at me very playfully and though no actual words were spoken she told me she was fine and happy and I could not be with her "right now" and not to worry. It was a message from her, I have no doubt, and it has given me such peace over the many years since she has passed. I know she visited me that night in a dream to give me a message, I know that for sure.

 

[cooter]

know this happens,

and have heard from friends and family of it happening,

just has never happened to me, of those who I wished would have said , something,

 

[Chance]

Thank you all for sharing your stories!

They have all touched my heart and brought tears to me eyes! And I am thankful for any comfort and peace you have found with your experience.

I am very surprised at all the dreams of loved ones that have passed - dreams that helped those left behind let them go; dreams that gave family members peace and hope.

I've had 3 people very close to me die - and I didn't have any dreams. I felt like I 'let them go. Two were very old and their bodies were just worn out. One was young - but he had told me some years before that he would die young. Even told me how he'd die. That made it easier to let him go, even though his death was the hardest thing I've ever lived through. It was suppose to happen that way.

Again - thank you for opening up your heart and sharing a special loved one with us.

I love reading stories that defy our 3D world and our scientific explanations!

We are indeed part of something much bigger than us!

 

[Chance]

and have heard from friends and family of it happening,

just has never happened to me, of those who I wished would have said , something,

Hello cooter,

My big 'supernatural' experience was with my dog Phantom (over on Raggedyman's thread). Don't know why there wasn't anything with my other dogs. And I wasn't distraught over Phantom's death at that point - he'd been gone for two years and I believe all dogs go to Heaven.

All but one of my stories are what family and friends have told me - their experiences. The one experience I had, I didn't know the man that was dying.

Maybe someone here has a thought/possible explanation about why this happens to some people left behind and not to others. Or maybe the question should be why does it happen with some people that have passed on and not to others that have passed on?

 

[jward]

Another set of experiences from my youth involved my second cousin. I can no longer recall her particular illness, but it resulted in her being tall, thin long limbed and to have lung and heart issues, that would ultimately claim her in her thirties.

She self reported that while briefly "dying" on the operating room table, she found herself out of her body, near the ceiling,
watching the efforts her body was recieving on the table below.

Months later, upon her actual death, at 10:17 am, I was sitting in class when my inner voice told me to look at the time, and remember it, because Millie had died. Subsequently I learned that she had in fact done so at the time indicated.

 

[Doat]

We may be in the here after right now but don't know it.

 

[rmomaha]

My Grandmother was dying of heart failure in the hospital. My Mom told me that in her last moments she sat up in bed and starting talking to past relatives that had passed that she could see but nobody else could.

 

[Catnip]

We may be in the here after right now but don't know it.

More like the here before.

 

[JackieD]

My dad was in hospice, they told my sister his death was a couple weeks off and she should be fine to go on a planned trip to FL. She went and dad passed, she was heartbroken and devastated. She flew home the day he passed and that night we were with our mom at her house. During the night I woke to hear her talking, I waited a few minutes and came out of my bedroom to ask her who she was talking too, she said dad came to her and told her he was okay, and it had been silly for him to be so afraid of dying. She asked dad to forgive her for not being there when he passed and he told her there was no need to forgive her because she hadn't done anything that needed to be forgiven. She asked him to go say goodbye to our mom, who was at home when he passed, but he didn't. My sister found great peace after his last words to her.

 

[Maryh]

Years ago when I worked in the hospital, night shift, as the medical technologist (only one on nights) I was called to the ER a bit before midnight.

There was an elderly man, in his eighties, with a young man (grandson?). The elderly man kept apologizing for keeping us all up at this hour. He was so very apologetic as the staff explained this is our 'normal' shift. I remember thinking how kind and caring this man was. Here he was in the ER and his thoughts were for us!

This man was taken to surgery for an abdominal aneurysm - I think I did a 22 unit cross match that night - running units over to surgery all through the wee hours of the morning - that's by far the most units I've ever cross matched! At about 0500 a nurse came and told me to stop. I didn't know if that meant the surgery was a success or there was nothing more to be done.

At 0600 I went up to ICU/CCU to do the morning blood draws, as I usually did, and as soon as I stepped into this very large room my eyes were immediately drawn to my left - caught by an ethereal light covering that man's bed - and that young man was kneeling at the side of the bed. It was a shaft of light coming down that I had never witnessed before - covering both of them. The sight took my breath away - the thought came to me that 'that was holy ground - there are angels here'. I wondered why none of the nurses seemed to notice this 'light'. They were busy about their 'end of shift chores', I thought.

I didn't walk over there as I knew something 'other worldly' was going on.

The man died later that morning.

I had made many, many visits to ICU/CCU at that time in the AM and through out the nights and had never had that happen before or since.

I had a "shaft of light" experience also. My firstborn son was born at 24 wks and was dying in the hospital. Back then, we couldn't see or hold him so I was in another room. I know he was baptized after he was born and knew he wouldn't make it. I want to add it was a dreary, snowy day. At the time he died, a dove landed on the windowsill and a shaft of light shown through the window. I think he came to my room before he left to go to heaven. It was a marvelous sign to know he was with God.

 

[Pebbles]

My Dad was dying from lung cancer at 89. He was at home and he had hospice nurses 24/7. My Dad had stopped eating and drinking and was sleeping most of the time. At one point my Dad asked where my husband was and I told him he had to stay home to take care of the animals. He smiled. All the family was at the house except my brother. The hospice nurse asked me if my Dad was waiting for someone? My brother lived about 20 miles from my Dad and Mom but he is very busy and out of the county a lot so he did not see my parents much and he was left out of the family news loop most of the time because he was gone so much.

My brother was told that he needed to come see Dad but I don't think my sister expressed the urgency of the situation. The hospice nurses again asked, who is he waiting for? Dad's bed was set up in the living room. I was sitting on the couch with my Mom and my sisters were reading from the Bible to my Dad, who was asleep. The sun reflected off a windshield of a car pulling up out front. They live on a busy street, so it could have been anyone. At that moment Dad knew that my brother and his family had arrived and he could go. He did not need to wait until my brother actually came into the house, he knew my brother was here. To me it really testified that our human senses are definitely not confined to our bodies.

 

[Amethyst]

The breeze practically blew him in the front door. Chris ran his hand through his tousled hair and sat down. Startled, I ask him how can this be? Who did we bury? He never said a word, just looked at me willing me to understand. It was just a dream but so real! My son, Chris, died in a car accident after dropping his twelve year old daughter off at school. He was thirty-five years old.

 

[jward]

Posted by cooter View Post
and have heard from friends and family of it happening,
just has never happened to me, of those who I wished would have said , something

Cooter, I think there might be a few possibilities. I've noticed that those deaths that are from long illness, and have required strongest painkillers, like cancer, seem to be the ones in which I experience no, or only faint, indications of continuing contact.

It also seems that the death being expected makes it easier for the cross-plane contact to occur. I would posit that in sudden, unexpected, or long term medicated situations, that the deceased <or graduated, as I like to refer to them> person's energy is too depleted, or being used to process events, and thus not present in sufficient strength to make itself known to us.

Also, I think some of us guard ourselves, purposefully, or not, from awareness of other planes, emotional currents, etc...

I almost always end my morning devotions with prayers of protection, and by visualizing wrapping myself in the white light of the Lord's love and protection. It works well to dampen down what's able to reach me, but unfortunately, that seems to include contacts I would wish to feel, too.

Of course, these are all guesses, written in the sand. But, they work for me, for now, so I wanted to share.

 

[hoss]

Great thread.

I think this is a bit off topic but...

During a very nonspiritual time in my life I had a dream that my former boss died. I went to work the next day and casually mentioned this to my agnostic business partner who scoffed at my story. A couple of hours later we learned that my old boss did in fact die suddenly the night before of a heart attack. The look on my partners face was priceless when we heard the news.

Great thread and thanks to all of you who have shared stories.

 

[duchess47]

My father died suddenly of a heart attack when I was twelve. We heard my mother screaming and ran into the bedroom to see him on the floor dying. I had a rather difficult childhood and he was my rock. I was in shock and depressed for a long time partly because I had had a dream of going to a funeral of a man in a blue suit about three months prior. He was buried in a blue suit. Five years later, on my own in my own apartment I woke up in the middle of the night to see him standing at the foot of my bed. He said everything will be alright and disappeared.

About ten years ago a neighbor and very dear friend was dying of cancer. We visited him at the VA where he was so heavily drugged due to pain that he appeared not to know we were there. I stood and held his hand as I watched him petting an invisible dog and smiling. I told him that we loved him but he needed to let go, there really is a God and He would meet him with open arms and he would be reunited with his dog. He died two days later. One year later to the date, my telephone rang in the middle of the night. I recognized his telephone number and answered but just received static. I called his number and received his voice mail (on a phone that had been disconnected for a year.) He called one more time that night, again static. Early the next morning I called another neighbor who was also a dear friend of his to tell her. She answered the phone with Al called me last night! I am convinced he called to tell us he was alright and I was right about God. (need to add he was a retired engineer from the telephone company).

 

[Laurane]

My brother in law was very close to my father - he lived close and helped them with maintenance around the house and went to church meetings together a lot.

When my Dad got in bro-in-law's truck he would usually make some comment jokingly about how loud the volume was on the radio, and it would get turned down.

When Dad died and bro-in-law was driving home from work the next day, the volume suddenly went up on the radio, then down, then up and down, and bro-in-law knew that Granpa was messing with him and letting him know he was fine and happy and still laughing with him.

I had something the same happen with my dearest sister in law, who would play cards or games with me at night for hours while the men watched hockey in the other room. The day of the funeral after she died after a short bout with lung cancer, I was playing a high level solitaire game on computer, and I had never won more than once in a row. That morning of the funeral I won 6 games in a row and I knew she was playing along with me......and obviously laughing with me.

 

[SAR01]

Pebbles your story reminds me of my moms passing. since Feb. the dr.s were telling us it could be any time... in March they said only a day or 2... in April they said we are going hr to hr.......

My mother thought the world of my daughter, and before she got so sick she planned to have Heather's Graduation party st her house. my daughter was rebellious and turned 18 in April, and one day while I was 100 miles a way at the hospital, she ran away with a boy friend... (I would drive 200 miles every day when the kids were in school and be home by supper) since they were all teen agers and a combined family.

anyway the day of Grad. came and my family down there said you go home and watch her graduate... I said I don;t want to leave mom... they said say your good byes now and go, your mom would want you to be there..for Heather. mom had been in a coma for the last 10 days and never knew Heather ran away....
so the day of Graduation I went home went to Commencement, and when I got home the phone was ringing to come back to the hospital. so I did

Heather was going to her Dad's (same town as the hospital)

when I got to the hospital she was still with us still in a coma... my cousin said she is waiting for Heather. find her and get her here...we tracked her down and she came to the hospital at 9:50 pm, I was livid with my daughter.. but as we walked into mom's room, all the family and the dr were around her bed.

as Heather walked in and said "Hi Gramma, I graduated today...." my comatose mother came fully out of the coma, reached for Heather's hand and said I love you baby.. and never breathed again. the dr. later said had he not been in the room and SEEN it himself, he would not believe the story!

she was determined to see Heather 's Graduation day, and to tell her one more time I love you. so I am of the belief we can hang on when there is a strong emotional intent for something... for mom, to see heather one last time.

 

[SAR01]

my dad was Irish and really liked Dan. the day before Dan died he told me he saw my dad in the chair with a cold beer waiting for him.

also 2 days before Dan died I saw 3 kittens pass through the dining room window and march in single file into the room Dan's hospital bed was in...I thought I was just "seeing" things but when I looked over there was Dottie, an elderly cat WATCHING the kittens march by!

they were 3 that died of pan luke and had a huge impact on Dan.

 

[SAR01]

I could and should write a book about how Dan has let me know beyond anything humanly possible that he is very much alive, and well and happy and watching over me . maybe I will write small stories as I find time to sit still long enough! but I believe with my whole being the Lord allows them to visit and bring us left here comfort.

 

[SAR01]

Jward I believe along the same lines and those passing while in a very depleted or drugged state go to a special type nursing home in heaven (or the upper planes) and they get slowly healed and grow in understanding about the transition they just made. (sometimes in drugged coma they are not fully aware of the death journey so they may need a transitional place. I believe Angels are there to help them along with their Guardian angel.. with my mother it took months before I dreamed of her, and she was very agitated.. (but she did not believe in life after death even though she was a Catholic!)

many of the old timers here at TB know about my father was missing for a few weeks, there was a nation wide serch for him. the day before they found his body, ..he was in my barn and I knew we would be getting a call soon, sure enough with in an hr the call came they found him.

I will post a story about my dad as he loved to pull pranks,,,, will have to go fetch it,.

 

[SAR01]

the Drill bit

this is one of many true experiences I've had with loved ones from the other side.....and it will go into the book I want to write.




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SAR01
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July 5th, 2012, 9:00 am #1


I am sharing this with those that know I would not
make this up, and that it moved me very deeply.



I have know (or felt) my dad pop in periodically
since his passing in 2001. it is usually a smell, or a thought in my head...
and I send love to him, and go on about my business.



in the last year, several things that we have had
in our hands, then laid down, are gone. not just missing, gone. and some never
are found again. I will not bore you with all the items we knew we just had and
in seconds, they are gone.

My black smith is scared in my barn cause things he
had in his hand are gone in 5 seconds.



Yesturday, July 4th 2012, we were in the middle of
making project using 2 5 gallon buckets and drill bits.



Dan did not have the proper size needed, so went to
the shed and brought in 3 drill bits, and put the 1/2 in. in the drill, laying
down the 3/4, and 5/8 bits on the counter. we both were standing there at the
counter, no cats were in the room.



He drilled the 3/4 hole and I was cleaning out the
plastic slivers, and he said to me, "what did you do with the 1/2 drill bit?" I
said "nothing, my hands are wet over here cleaning out the bucket."



I stayed in the kitchen and he back tracked ,
double checked , then triple checked and was getting very upset. he then was
tearing the kitchen apart , and I re traced his steps thinking he laid it down
somewhere, but I had SEEN him take it out of the drill, lay it on the counter
and insert the 3/4 bit. we never left the kitchen while this was going
on.



while I was in the dining room, I prayed and asked
for help to find this bit. I distinctly heard, very CLEARLY..."Joe Driscoll
took it!"



I told Dan what I heard, and he said, "well tell
him I need it!."



Dan was still tearing apart the kitchen and I had
gone upstairs thinking he might have taking it up there, ??? in the bedroom I
said out loud..."Joe Driscoll, if you took the bit, this is not funny, bring it
back now!"



After looking around some more (Dan still in the
kitchen) I came down and said, dan just sit down, we'll find it. dan at this
point was very upset, knowing he had it, knowing I saw him take it out of the
drill and replace it with the 3/4. I just stood in the kitchen doorway and
said,

"please go sit down."



he came into the living room, and said, "I HAD the
damn thing, you saw it" and I am not crazy!"



this was said in the living room. I went down to
the family room and sat at the computer, and he got up to get
water.



(I never went back into the kitchen)



he says to me..."Where was it???"



I said, "where was WHAT?"



"the damn bit!!!"



it was setting on the counter. right were HE put
it, and we had removed everything not once but 4 times. it was sitting there
with nothing around it, since we cleared the counter for the project, then had
swept through all the counters looking for the bit.



after both assuring each other ...neither of us
took it... or found it....we both know this was the most physical manifestation
since Dad passed....



oh yeah.... the drill bits were my
dad's!



wanted to share this because it so moved me I
actually cried. once we both knew neither of us took it or found it, it had to be my dad.




(Dan thought I took it, I thought he found it and
was messing with me.)
I was in a state of incredulous belief all day, and just sat thinking about this.



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CrochetSue
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July 5th, 2012, 7:13 pm #2
That is amazing, Sar! Your Dad was definitely showing you and Dan that he is

around! He sure got your attention! Thanks for sharing.

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SAR01
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January 3rd, 2013, 4:05 pm #3
update 6 months later....





the plumber was here working on the hot water tank.....



I walked in to the room and he is explaining things to me. I SAW a pair of red handled pliers there. we got done talking he went to get the pliers...GONE....neither of us moved or touched them! SERIOUSLY! we were standing right there, and I watched him put them down! cue Twilight zone music....
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