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Post by rainangel on Oct 14, 2018 19:07:35 GMT
I'm sorry for your loss, he sounds like a sweet man indeed.
After I lost my grandmother, I had an extremely vivid dream where I was passing her house and she came out and we hugged. I woke up crying, clutching my pillow the same way I was hugging her. I was living overseas when she died, and I was 5 days from my due date with my oldest DD and couldn't travel home for the funeral. I never got to say my final farewell to her, but I believe this dream was her way of making us have that last hug. I still miss her every day, and my DD that arrived 5 days after she died is named after her.
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Post by **GypsyGirl** on Oct 14, 2018 19:12:44 GMT
I am so sorry for the loss of your father. I agree with CeeScraps that there are signs and messages all around us. It's my belief that the times that we really need them is when we notice them. My father passed away 10 years ago in September. He was always singing around the house when I was growing up. One of my favorite memories has always been me standing on his feet while he danced me around the room, singing "A White Sports Coat & A Pink Carnation". It was sung by Marty Robbins and came out about the time I was born. A few weeks after he passed I was in a local drug store/gift shop. All of a sudden the musak played Marty Robbins original version of that song. I was able to make it back to the car before I totally lost it. It's not a song that you hear often to begin with - and to this day I have never heard it played again. So yes, I do believe in signs and messages.
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Post by leftturnonly on Oct 14, 2018 20:54:03 GMT
I'm so sorry for your loss, Judy26 . Yes, I absolutely believe that souls do not die and that we do get messages. Sorry for your loss. And yes, I do believe that there are signs as long as we are open to them. My dd often smells my Dad's cologne at her work (she works at a plant nursery) when no one is around. My SIL put a dime on her mother's gravestone while visiting and when she returned to her car a quarter was next to her car on the ground. MIL always found money on the ground when she was out and about. That reminds me of a time last summer when I was searching for my aunt and uncle's graves. I knew where they were, but because all the stones are set in the ground, I simply could not find them. I was out there too long, and when I finally gave up and was almost to my car, I was thinking "I give up, Uncle Bill. " And just then, I looked down and there was a dollar bill. "Very funny, Uncle Bill. " (Just felt like his kind of humor.) I turned around for one last search and walked straight to the graves.
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Post by refugeepea on Oct 14, 2018 21:07:18 GMT
I think it is very sweet that was in the paper. I also think when a loved one dies and we are in the grieving process we look for signs or want comfort to feel better. I feel like you are more focused on the individual you lost more than almost everything in your life, so it sticks out. It's still comforting though.
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Post by chlerbie on Oct 14, 2018 21:07:49 GMT
I'm so very sorry for your loss and I do believe in messages like that.
My mother died shortly before Thanksgiving and had never met her newest grandson, my brother's son, who was born two weeks before she passed. We were planning to go to my brother's for Thanksgiving and the night before I had the most vivid dreams I've ever had. In the dream, I was getting ready to go to my brother's house and my mother was there too and we were laughing and getting ready together and at one point, she was standing in front of me and reached out to stroke the side of my face and I started crying and said, "Mom, I wish you REALLY were going to be there" and she had tears in her eyes too, but she smiled and said, "I know, honey, but I'll always be with you." I woke up sobbing--half happy, half crying and while for years I couldn't even think about the dream without getting tears in my eyes, at the same time, it was this huge comfort. I've never had a dream like that before or since and have always felt that it was somehow a gift.
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Post by MorningPerson on Oct 14, 2018 21:13:01 GMT
I'm so sorry that you've lost your father. "We're all just walking each other home." What a powerful way to reframe our time here.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2018 21:13:58 GMT
100% I believe in message from our loved ones. While our bodies are no longer present, I refuse to believe that love disappears with it. IMO, love transcends space and time.
My father was half American Indian and often talked about "old ways". He had many American Indian carvings and stuff in his home. The day of his funeral, I was sitting in the living room of his house as people were gathered about. I saw this shadow pass quickly out in the front yard. I got up to see what it was. Keep in mind he lived in a regular suburban neighborhood. Sitting on the chain link fence was this massive red tail hawk. For weeks afterwards, I kept seeing hawks everywhere. Often enough to feel like it was out of the ordinary. I didn't know until I mentioned it to one of his aunts, which she promptly smiled and told me that the natives believed hawks were messangers of spirit. I cannot tell you the comfort that brought me.
Many times when I have had difficulties, it never fails that a hawk appears. DH used to brush it off until the 4th birthday of DS, we were all gathered in our living room which had a huge picture window to the backyard. It was in the winter, so the trees were bare. Just as we all were gathered, a big red tail hawk flew into the backyard and perched itself on the tree. I smiled and the rest of the family said my father is here...let's begin!
I agree that you should keep the comic as a beautiful keepsake.
I am deeply sorry about your father. Sounds like he is still with you.
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Post by chlerbie on Oct 14, 2018 21:21:30 GMT
Oh, and I can't believe I also forgot what I felt was my most recent message.
I was out on the porch one day and a bird had landed on one part of the fence. It was just a robin and I had the passing thought that I wished it was a cardinal, as I'd just read that cardinals were supposed to be signs of a loved one visiting you, and that I'd like to say hello to my mom. Three days later, I was out on the porch again and a cardinal landed on the same exact spot. And it was Mother's Day.
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Post by piebaker on Oct 14, 2018 21:37:48 GMT
Please accept my condolences. Take comfort from that message.
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Post by 950nancy on Oct 14, 2018 21:39:25 GMT
I love to watch Hollywood Medium. Tyler is so good at letting people know what they think are messages are indeed messages. I am pretty darn skeptical about most people, but this guy is really good.
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Post by Zee on Oct 14, 2018 21:49:00 GMT
I don't really believe in signs from beyond but I would save the clipping like others have suggested--what a comfort at this difficult time. I'm sorry for your loss Also if my grandma has the power to leave a quarter by my car, she better turn that into a hundred or two so I know she REALLY loves me.
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Post by PenandInk on Oct 14, 2018 22:34:37 GMT
Well I’ve read this thread with a few tears in my eye. I definitely think you should frame it. OP, I love that quote! And just FYI, you can order the comic from the Mutts website. Walking Each Other Home
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Post by edie3 on Oct 14, 2018 22:37:50 GMT
What a beautiful tribute to your dad. That is a sign.
My dad decided to discontinue dialysis, know what that would lead to. I called the dialysis center to let them know he would not be back. They put me on hold, and "Tears from Heaven" by Eric Clapton was playing while they transferred me.
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Post by julieb on Oct 15, 2018 0:05:55 GMT
I'm a total believer.
I've gotten a few messages from my Mom. She passed last year - my parents were married 63 years.
The first was at the wake - when my dd's childhood friend (I'll call her J) and her mom (G) told us this story. My mom had made J a quilt for 8th grade graduation. G said the quilt was packed away but two days before my mom passed G noticed the quilt on a quilt rack. She asked J why she had it out. J said she didn't put it out. When they got the call that my Mom had passed, they were totally freaked out. We had many of my Mom's quilts at the funeral home and on the pews at church. She made and gave away many.
The other sign I get are feathers. My dad's friend told him a story about finding white feathers and told him they were from angel's wings. My Dad went home after this discussion and his back patio was covered with white feathers. He had never seen feathers like it before (in AZ). Then my dd gave me some hand-me-down decorating items for our lake house. There were several glass vases and they all where contemporary with small holes at the top. I took them all out, looked at them and decided the colors weren't for me. When I decided to repack them to drop off for a donation, one of the vases had 4-5 small white feathers in it. It was crazy! I asked dd and she said she knew nothing about them. I swear they were not in there when I took them out the first time. Then we closed on our lake house and I vacuumed the entire place. There was nothing in there, but sitting in the middle of the carpet, after I had vacuumed, was a small white feather. And lastly, dh and I were just hiking in Arches National Park and in the middle of our hike, on a trail which was not well traveled was a white feather. The only birds we saw the entire trip were crows. It again was a sign she was with me. Believe!!
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Post by eleezybeth on Oct 15, 2018 0:13:14 GMT
We played two somewhat unusual songs at my father's funeral (i.e. NOT funeral music) and used a stereotypical funeral poem. About 6 months after his funeral I bought a Chicken Soup for Soul book and there was a story about a truck driver who played this specific song and what it meant to him, next page a story about the poem from the funeral (or at least the majority of the quote), the next story started with the lyrics of the second song and was a story pretty darn close to something my father had lived through. Just a chance printing as I know those books are published quite aways in advance, but it gave me some chills and some peace about the matter.
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Post by FurryP on Oct 15, 2018 0:17:05 GMT
I am very sorry about your dad. I 100% believe that was a message from your dad. I hope it made you smile just a little. I know it would me.
My only story is that I love, love, figs. A week or so after my mom passed, my cousin's wife and my DH were in my mom's backyard picking figs off the tree. They picked a bunch and then went back to pick more.
I was outside with them, everyone else was in the living room. Suddenly a dish fell off the kitchen table. No one was in there. My sister thinks it was my mom upset because they were picking MY figs.
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Post by christine58 on Oct 15, 2018 0:20:51 GMT
I've had vivid dreams about my niece who died in '88 at 30 months. She was severely handicapped and never crawled, talked, etc. In it she thanks me for taking such good care of her and loving her. My gram "saw" her a day before she died. That gave me some comfort as I said good bye to my wonderful grandma
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Post by andreasmom on Oct 15, 2018 1:46:21 GMT
Yes, I believe in signs. I am so sorry for your loss. (((Hugs)))
Sometimes I find white feathers in random places. In my car, in a restaurant, places where a white feather is completely out of context. Those are my signs. I know my dad is with me.
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Post by mom on Oct 15, 2018 2:27:17 GMT
I am so sorry for your loss. I do believe what you experienced was your dad connecting with you.
For us, we've always associated ladybugs with my daughter. Her nursery was decorated in a little red ladybugs, and when she was buried it was in a dress that had a lady bug on it. Every time we would see a ladybug my boys would say their sister must be thinking about them.
One day -- about 5 years after our daughter passed, our boys were 7 and 9 - we were all at dinner and our DS1 asked why we hadn't seen any ladybugs in awhile. Did that mean their sister wasn't thinking about them? DH explained that he thoughts sometimes God would send us ladybugs so we would be comforted when we were really sad. And that if God wasn't sending them, then that must mean we were finding our joy again and that it didn't mean we didn't miss our daughter, but it meant that we were moving through the grief process and that we didn't need the ladybugs to bring us comfort and for us to know their sister was always with us.(edited: holy hell that is one run-on sentence!) Both boys really didn't say anything else at dinner and we went home.
As we pulled into the driveway, a tree on the edge of the driveway had some sort of bugs crawling all over it, and you could see them flying. I had walked right by the tree when I got in the car and I hadn't noticed anything earlier. We all got out of the car and looked at the bugs - they were ladybugs! We had hundreds - if not thousands- of them flying around the tree, on all the branches. We couldn't believe how many there were! Both boys were so excited! They just knew their sister sent us the ladybugs to remind us that she was still here in our hearts.
Of course, we photographed the ladybugs and DH called our tree guy to come over and see how many there were. Over the phone the tree guy figured we probably had a spider problem in the tree & that was what attracted the ladybugs. Once he came over though, he could not find any indication of the spiders. Of course our boys were quick to tell him that their sister sent them....
To this day we have not seen as many ladybugs in that tree as we did that day. We might see one or two, but never the hundreds. And both boys will still tell you their sister sent them all the ladybugs to remind them that she loves them. And I don't try to convince them of anything different.
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Post by papersilly on Oct 15, 2018 2:59:29 GMT
I'm the biggest skeptic in the world but something odd happened after our first dog died. I was in our home office which was detached from our house. I swear I heard the sound of the doggie door and then the familiar clinking of doggie collar tags walking towards the office like he had done hundreds of times before. but I knew I was the only one home. I wasn't afraid. Just happy that he came home to visit. That was the last time I ever heard those tags like that.
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Post by ModChick on Oct 15, 2018 3:36:41 GMT
I am so sorry about your dad’s death. I truly believe that was a message from him for you. A very beautiful message. I lost my mom suddenly in 2005 and driving home from hospital after she died a street lamp above us flickered then turned off but in such a very showy way (not sure now to explain it but it was eye catching) Since then I’ve had it happen often and noticeably and it’s followed me when I moved ten years ago. Brings me comfort.
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Post by cawoman on Oct 15, 2018 5:15:19 GMT
I’m too very sorry about your Dad I love that quote. So special that he sent that message to you.
My Mom’s Aunt was driving at night on a curvy road in the mountains. This was back in the 40’s. She fell asleep at the wheel. She felt her deceased Dads hand on her shoulder and his voice telling her to wake up. Everyone in the family talked about it for years and believe he likely saved her life that night.
When my Dad died 8 years ago, my sister called her kids who were on the east coast. When she told each of them, their response was identical. That they knew he passed because they had smelled his wood burning stove.
I love everyone’s stories. I definitely believe that we receive messages such as these.
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Post by AllieC on Oct 15, 2018 7:16:00 GMT
I'm so sorry for your loss. I would absolutely take comfort in that quote. It has come at exactly the right time for you.
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Post by papercrafteradvocate on Oct 15, 2018 10:25:33 GMT
Please bear with me as this may be long and a bit rambling. My sweet father passed away a week ago after a five month health struggle. We are all broken over this, especially my mother, as they had been married for 62 years. There is a comic strip in the paper here called Mutts that we frequently comment on as it is about a man and his little dog going through life. My father and his pup, Winston, were devoted to each other. The comic strip often seemed to be mimicking their relationship. A few weeks ago my mom and I were talking about how difficult it was to watch my dad’s health fail. I mentioned a favorite quote by Ram Daas that ends with “We’re all just walking each other home.” Today the comic strip “Mutts” shows the man and his dog walking on a path in the woods and the only caption is that quote. In my brain I know this is just a coincidence, but in my heart I want it to be a message from my father letting us know he is home. It is just so fantastically apropos that this happened just days after his passing and funeral. Has as anyone else ever felt that maybe they have received a message from a loved one? I’d love to hear your stories. That’s such an awesome story! Here’s mine— Our mom loved butterflies and a lot of her decor featured butterflies and she was always planting plants outdoors to attract them, as well as installing butterfly watering stations. The day after my mom’s funeral, one of my siblings texted to tell me that while on their vacation (they left the night of the funeral) a butterfly started following them and kept landing on their body. This sibling saw our mom almost daily while she was alive, so it was a bit harder for her to deal with her new norm. We were texting back and forth saying that it was mom’s way of being with her and letting her know she was okay!! 😁 Low and behold about an hour after we had finished texting, I was sitting at one end of our living room and looked out the far huge windows overlooking our backyard garden and there was a big beautiful butterfly bopping the window!!! I hurried and snapped some photos and sent them to my sibling and said that mom seemed to be making her rounds to us kids!!!
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Post by papercrafteradvocate on Oct 15, 2018 10:28:58 GMT
My father passed away at 67. He was way to young in my opinion. His whole life he worked hard and traveled cross country as a truck driver. He loved his big rig. 4 years after he passed away I gave birth to my Kennedy Kay. The night she died my husband and I were crying together in my hospital room. I was in bad shape due to the emergency c section and my husband was holding me. We were facing the windows that over look our city...... all of a sudden the lights in the buildings around us went dark and the traffic noise faded away. All of a sudden you could hear 4 quick “ big rig” horn blasts. We looked at each other and that was the most comforting moment we had in the situation...... it has also given comfort all these years later knowing my dad left way to early, but he came back for my girl! Now I’m crying missing them both. I hope you find comfort in the days and months to come. I’d cut that strip out and frame it for next to my bed. Take comfort when you can!! Oh my Gosh—that just gave me chills reading your memory—that’s amazing and so wonderful!
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Post by momto4kiddos on Oct 15, 2018 11:47:17 GMT
I completely believe in messages and I love the one you got! I'm sorry for the loss of your father. ((HUGS))
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Post by pjynx on Oct 15, 2018 13:32:00 GMT
I'm so sorry for your loss. I would also believe that you received a message. It's very comforting.
My mom was always turning the ceiling fan on in her dining room because she was too warm sitting there. Dad rarely turned it on for himself. One night about 2 weeks after she passed, dad was having a rough time being alone and questioning whether she was still with him or not. He fell asleep one night and in the middle of the night, the dogs started barking (which they rarely did at that time of night). He tried to ignore it but they persisted. So he got up to see what was going on. The ceiling fan had turned on while he was sleeping. I think that gave him comfort that she was still around.
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Post by Mel on Oct 15, 2018 15:22:49 GMT
I have two(sort of 3) stories actually, both of them involving the passing of my Dad. The last thing I said to my Dad as we were getting ready to leave for the night is that I would be back tomorrow, and I told him it was ok for him to "go" but could he please do me one last favor, and not leave us just yet because it was my then 12 y/o's Birthday. He was in our hospice house and had stopped responding earlier that day so we knew it wouldn't be long. When the call came in, it was 1:38. He waited till 1:20 am (so it was actually the day after her Birthday). I live about 3 minutes from Hospice House, so I got dressed and headed over there. On my way, I turned on the radio and the first words I heard were: Adios and vaya con Dios Going home now to stay [Outro] I'm just going to drive up by the lake And put my ass in a lawn chair, toes in the clay Not a worry in the world, a PBR on the way Life is good today, life is good today It's the last verse from the song "Toes" by Zach Brown Band. My Dad drank PBR (Pabst Blue Ribbon) when he drank. These words were like a little message... I actually arrived to the Hospice House and my Mom and a nurse were outside (Mom had finally gone home to get a little rest and shower so she was just arriving too) and I was actually laughing when I got out of the car so I had to explain. This is my "on-going" reminder that he's with us though. For years, EVERY.TIME I would go to their house, if I needed to get ice out of the freezer, I would drop ONE cube. Just one, and it happened every.single.time. It finally became a little joke and whenever I'd go to get ice, I'd just toss one on the floor before I even started to put it in the glasses. I never dropped one anywhere else(home, work, etc.). After we called the funeral home & made arrangements for them to come get him, I went home so I could be there when my kids woke up for school. When I got home I decided I needed something to drink, got a cup, went to get ice, and dropped one... It doesn't happen every time... but when it does happen, I know it's my Dad.
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Post by evelynr on Oct 15, 2018 16:21:53 GMT
I love that Judy26! Absolutely that's your dad!
The morning after my dad's funeral we had a robin pecking at our dining room window where several funeral flower arrangements were resting on the dining room table. The same robin also pecked at the spare bedroom window where my dad loved the bed when he stayed over at my house. The robin came back every day for several weeks until a neighborhood cat killed it!
I'm going to see a medium this weekend and i'm hoping my dad will visit thru her and mention the robin!
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Post by wezee on Oct 15, 2018 18:32:06 GMT
I'm sorry for your loss I totally believe. My Dad leaves us pennies everywhere! You wouldn't believe where we have found them.
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