Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Do Our Loved Ones Try To Contact Us After Death?

I know this is a sensitive subject, so I will tread carefully with this.  I think the best way to talk about it is to use my parents and the experiences I have had with them...after death.  No, I am not crazy, and, with my dad at least, I do have some proof you can see.
My father died in August of 2006 of lung cancer.  Before he died, he made me promise not to look for him after death.  I never have.  This has not stopped him from making contact with us, however.
Shortly after his death, there were several things that happened at the house he died in, and in his garage.  Inside his house the fridge door was found wide open on several occasions.  There were instances where we would come home to find his garage door wide open and his stereo in the garage playing his favorite Bob Seger song, AGAINST THE WIND.
That was the first three months after his death.  After that these instances became less and less.  They did not, however cease all together.  Almost one year later, he made his presence known in other ways.
  This is my dad.  I can't tell you how wonderful of a person he was or how much I loved him.  This picture was taken one month before his death.  At this time, we thought he had been suffering from COPD and then a bout of double pneumonia.  On August 10 we were informed he had terminal cancer and that he only had two to three weeks to live.  He lost his fight quickly, just nine days later.  He died on August 19, 2006.
One year later, in August of 2007, we were moving my mom out of her apartment to live with my brother.  Her next door neighbor was a terrible person who had a drug problem and should never have been allowed to live with the kind people in my mom's apartment complex, which was for disabled senior citizens.  As we were moving her things to the truck, her nasty next door neighbor started putting notes on her door, taunting us.  I asked my niece, Emily, to take a picture of the woman's door, since she kept taking the notes down so only we would see them.  (this is a long story I will not go into now)  This is the picture Emily took:
If you follow the bolt of blue light up to the right corner, you will see my father's face.  I believe with all my heart that he was with us that day, making sure my mom was safe.    There were other instances where my father, I feel, tried to communicate with us.  My mom had two strokes in the next couple years, and in both instances there were loud bangs in my house, like someone had dropped a very heavy book or something heavy fell.  We would check, but always found nothing. Just a few days after this would occur, my mom had a stroke.  I think my dad was trying to warn us about it.
My wonderful mom is a different story.  I have no pictures of her or any real proof that she has made contact after her death.  She died of a massive heart attack on October 30, 2010.  No one was home at the time.  The doctor said she died within minutes and nothing could have saved her.  I can't tell you how much I miss this woman.  She was my best friend and my favorite ghost hunting companion.
She has come back in dreams.  The first time I dreamed of her, she walked up to me and handed me her boot.  I couldn't figure out why she would do that until I looked inside her boot to see her foot inside.  In the dream I freaked out and rushed her to the doctor.   She never looked at me in the dream.  She always looked down.  As we sat in the doctors office, her sister, Helen, came in and sat beside her.  She had died in 2007 at the age of 72.  Her nickname was Skippy.  In my dream she was very young, and was wearing a dress with a belt around the waste.  She looked wonderful.  She held my mom's hand and hugged her.  As she did this, she said to me "It isn't your fault.  Your mom cut off her own foot."
This dream occurred five months after my mom's death.  For all that time I had been wracked with guilt that I wasn't home to help her when she died.   What I came to realize from this dream was that my mom made her own choices in life.  She was told that if she didn't quit smoking, she wouldn't live a year.  She did not quit smoking.  Eight months later she died.  The dream helped me to realize there was nothing I could do.  But she didn't stop there with just that dream.  Ten months after her death, I dreamed she was standing beside my bed, dressed in the clothes from her funeral.  Her hands hung straight down her sides and she stared at the floor.  She proceeded to tell me that my husband was cheating on me and spending his money on another woman.  I was bothered by it, but at the time, brushed it off as only a dream.  On Jan 13, which was a Friday, I had a ghostly visitor in my home.   It was 3:30 am and someone came into my room.  I thought I had an intruder and then to my shock watched the small figure, dressed in a gray outfit and a blue hat, disappear before my eyes.  I was really upset by this occurrence and didn't sleep the rest of the night.  The next day, I found out everything my mom had said in the dream 5 months before was true and my marriage ended that day.  I have come to believe that the intruder in my home was my mom, trying to warn me about what was going to happen.  I have dreamed of her several times since then.  In each dream, she gets younger.  The last time, which was last year, she looked to be in her mid thirties.  She told me I needed to get a hot tub and use it every day.  It was her way of telling me to stop worrying so much, I think.
I believe with all my heart that both of my parents have contacted me after their deaths.  It has been a comforting experience every time, and I have felt their love and concern with each encounter.  Have you had experiences with your loved ones who have passed on?  What is your story?  I want to hear it.  

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