Spirits/Ghosts- Personal Loss ...A thread got me wondering..

[hey_nelson]

Re: Spirits/Ghosts- Personal Loss ...A thread got me wondering..

picture this...

A child is in their backyard playing as children do. But this child is trying to push a huge rock from one place to another. The child's parent is watching on as the child struggles trying to move the rock but gets no where. The parent says to the child, "honey, use your strength, use your strength" and the child replies, "I am, I am." The parent seeing that the rock in not moving at all as the child pushes and pulls says again, "hon, use your strength, use ALL your strength" Again the child replies near exhaustion, I am, I-- am" pushing even harder. Finally the child gives up, sits in the grass with the look of failure on their face and the parent walks over to the child, pulls them up saying, "Use ALL YOUR STRENGTH. USE ME, I AM YOUR STRENGTH"

moral of the story
For those of you who are feeling that you have not received any message or sign from your loved one who has passed on, think again. They are with you, especially when we need inner strength, when we need protection, They are with us.

peace and blessings
patty

[La_La]

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Patty, Thank you for that!

I am a horrible story teller...but I will try ...

My Grandmother passed away years ago I was about 12 years old.
I love my grandmother and I remember living in Mexico with her and we were very poor make our own food, raise pigs and chickens and cow, we'd go pick fruit and sell at the market in town... I don't a single bad memory about her-- I remember her like a dream, perfect nothing hectic like life now... it was a different world back then I just remember how much I loved it everything.

My grandma (My momma Chepa) I called her passed away after a battle with breast cancer. And my grandpa followed a few mother later of a heart attack (the story behind that is sad, my mom believes that one of his nephews was stealing from him caught him stealing a large amount of money and just the shock of it.

I see them a lot, in my dreams shortly after my grandpa passed away I dreamt about them, I was so worried about my mother ( them being her parents- she was always so sad) they came to me and grandma said he's here with me - take care of your mom please..

Last year I went to Mexico, walked into my grandma's house ( which some one else lives in now) and it was nothing like I remember... her house was beautiful we didn't have much material wise but man that was the best place in the world..Something cooking...my mom & grandpa and everyone laughing talking.. Kids playing in the back ... And there I looked at it empty like a blackboard everything erased, a chalky black slate..no color anywhere, no life from the pictures my grandma loved to have all over the place.. I looked down at the floor because I just couldn’t bare it – she wasn’t here

I turned around to walk back out.. And close the door but it was stuck.. It wouldn't budge... I don't know why but I just walked back thru the kitchen out the back and our well, flowers, my could smell my grandma you know that scent I remember hugging her and she just everything better- anything she could fix... she is just like my mom - the thing is everything in this house looked dark and sad, but our well where she would fetch the water to make us wash clothes where kids would run around in circles ... was more beautiful than I can remember... the people that lived there say they don't go to the back much.. They don't take care of her house... I think.

I am going on and on - Patty Thank you for that.

Brook Thanks for staring this thread..

It’s good to think about these things again, get it out- I see my mother getting older she’ takes naps now during the day – it hurts to think one day she won’t be with me… I try to do a lot with her, now that I am older – we take trips to Oklahoma, I drag her with me to the salon to get our toes or nails done.. she was never much for taking care of self when we were younger.. I want to take care of her now that I am older and can.

Sarah, Brook ((hugs)) everyone that shared.. I am in tears sitting at work… what I would give for another day with them…

[iyamamaschke]

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What I wouldn't give for my MOM to see my Children to have watched me graduate and to see me get married and share all the wonderful things in my Life with her. Sharing with others just isn't the same. I sometimes sit and talk to her just cause I know she can here me and I know she Loves me More then anything and even know she hasn't been here with me in a sence she will always be here. The thing I remeber most about my MOM was her igniting Gorgeous smile that could lite up anyones darkest days. That's what I think of the most.

I remeber running the last LEG of my race looking up into the sky saying god Give me strength MOM help me get to the finish line it was then I had goose pimples and she picked me up and I swear she carried me there.

Sarah

[PaulaMM]

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My wonderful grandfather (Pa pa) died of a stroke when I was 16. We were extremely close and each of us thought the sun rose and set because of the other.

My grandmother (Me ma) was quite a bit younger than Pa pa but retired early so they could travel - something he dearly loved to do. So at the time of his death, she had no job. She was told that he had died too early (couple of months) for her to have received social security benefits AND for reasons I'll never understand, he didn't have a lick of life insurance. Not only did my Me ma have to deal with the death of her husband, but she also had to worry about how she was going to afford to bury him and pay for living expenses. It was a dark time for all of us.

Shortly after his funeral, I dreamed I was in a house in the middle of a field. There were no windows or doors in this house and it was dark and gloomy except for a wonderful light that came through the holes where the windows and door should have been. There was a brown parcel package right beside the front doorway. I walked to the doorway and was staring out when I felt arms wrap around me and heard my Pa pa say "It's okay. The son has provided for the mother." I didn't get to see him but I was instantly comforted. That feeling of comfort stayed with me even after I woke.

Not long after, my mom and I had gone shopping and on the way home, I hesitantly told her of my dream. I thought it would upset her but she seemed a bit awed and said "Your Me ma told me just the other day that she would give anything for a sign from your Pa pa. I think this it."

Days after my mother told Me ma about my dream, her former employer called her and asked her if she wanted her old job back! The woman who was hired to replace her just up and decided to quit! AND it was decided that she would be able to receive social security after all.

Years later, I discussed this dream with a young preacher and he gave me his interpretation. The dis-repair and gloom of the house represented the state of despair my Me maw was was suffering. The light stood for hope in the midst of that suffering. The package represented those worries tied up in a neat little package soon to be sent away.

I asked him "But what about the 'The son has provided for the mother' comment?" He smiled and said "The Son of God provided for your grandmother - the mother."

It still give me chills just thinking about it, but I will always be deeply touched that my Pa pa chose to give his message through me.

[Lisa M]

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Brook~I'm slow at getting around the board, and time to read..lol...but, wow! You've been throught a lot.

picture this...

A child is in their backyard playing as children do. But this child is trying to push a huge rock from one place to another. The child's parent is watching on as the child struggles trying to move the rock but gets no where. The parent says to the child, "honey, use your strength, use your strength" and the child replies, "I am, I am." The parent seeing that the rock in not moving at all as the child pushes and pulls says again, "hon, use your strength, use ALL your strength" Again the child replies near exhaustion, I am, I-- am" pushing even harder. Finally the child gives up, sits in the grass with the look of failure on their face and the parent walks over to the child, pulls them up saying, "Use ALL YOUR STRENGTH. USE ME, I AM YOUR STRENGTH"

moral of the story
For those of you who are feeling that you have not received any message or sign from your loved one who has passed on, think again. They are with you, especially when we need inner strength, when we need protection, They are with us.

peace and blessings
patty

Patty, that's a wonderful story. I need to share that with my hubby.



Mine's short...

I believe. That's about covers it. I believe that we aren't alone, even when we think we are.

My DH mom passed away from battling cancer in January 1995, I just found out I was pregnant with DD11 only 2 months prior. When we shared the news she told me we'd have a girl, and she'd never been wrong to guess the birth of her grandchildren. I was the only one in the dining room of the family house that was made into a makeshift hospital room when she took her last breath.

7 months later we had DD11 who had complications with her kidneys. We moved in with my FIL and put DD11 in DH's old baby room. Every night DD11 would coo and babble. I would walk in dark and nobody was in there, that I could see. One night when DD11 was just 3 months old it finally occured to me and my DH. His mom had to be watching over her granddaughter because DD11 was giggling and her bunny mobile above her bed was spinning, but without making a sound.

Those we think left us behind are sure to remind us they didn't, once in a while.

[DragonflyMoon]

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Wow. All of your stories are so amazingly touching & wonderful! Definitely have the chills going after reading all of them! I am venturing out from my usual forums and found this wonderful thread, so forgive me for jumping on a little late.

Brook, i am so sorry for your loss. It does sound like you have quite a connection, and that may be very positive for you to work through your pain! Many people do not have this kind of connection, so that is pretty cool for you.

My father passed away very suddenly on April 2, 1997, a month or so before i was to graduate college. I remember that day so clearly... although it was like i was drifting through it in a strange dream. That year after was one of the darkest times for me and my mom. It took a very long time for me to dream of him. At first, i would feel his presence in my dreams, but could not see him. Finally, i saw him in a dream, as clear as day, and his eyes... he had crystal blue eyes and in the dream they looked exactly as they did in life. He came to me and held me, told me he loved me... it was very comforting. For awhile after he died my dog would bark at "nothing." in the house. There was one spot in particular, where you could see a light blue sparkly kind of thing in the air. It was pretty weird.

I have had several "out of body" experiences when i was younger... i haven't in years and wish i could do it again! I was always so afraid that i would stop them, so i guess that i used up my passes! Anyway, in one dream i was out of my body floating around on the other side, or whatever. I was hanging out with some people, having a good time, and then came back into my body. As i was coming back into my body, i realized that i had travelled all the way to "wherever" and didn't look for my dad! I was still attached to... i guess a guide or higher spirit... and i asked, "Oh! I forgot to see my dad... please tell him i love him." And i heard this - clear as day - "FEELING IS TELLING."

Wow... what amazing advice... so simple, yet brilliant. And no way i would have come up with that myself! I felt a deep sense of comfort and realization. FEELING has power... and when we feel love for someone on the other side, they must know it!

Now that i am typing this i feel like i sound like a nutjob... but this is my story...

[stephbob]

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I have a strange one! You'll have to bear with me while I explain it all! lol

About a year ago now, I was sitting in my bedroom on the phone to my best friend, chatting away. I suddenly could smell this REALLY strong smell of roses. The only way I can describe it is it was like someone had sprayed perfume right in front of me. I mentioned it to my friend, and began hunting around the room for the smell. But I was confused because 1) I was alone in my house, had been for days, and 2) I dont like rose scented things, so I definitely don't own anything that could smell like that! But within a few seconds, it was gone entirely! Not a sniff around. Weird, I thought. Kept talking on the phone, and it happened again - came suddenly, really strong, and then went completely. My friend thought it was really weird, but before long I'd forgotten about it, and I went on with my day.
The next morning, my boyfriend called me from Florida (I was in the UK at the time) and was telling me all about his previous day, as usual. He told me how he had come home from work the day before, and as he was getting out of his car, he could smell the strongest perfume in his driveway, but by the time he got to the door, it had gone. Then he'd gone inside, and found his dad in the living room with his head in his hands. He asked what was wrong, as you do, and his father told him that his mother had locked herself in the bathroom and wouldn't come out, and that it was because she had been overcome with the same fragrance as her mother, my boyfriends grandmother, had worn for a few years before she died.
My boyfriend was freaked out enough that his mother had smelt it too, but then his father told him quietly that he'd been lying on the bed watching TV while his wife was at work that day, and he'd smelt it too.
So they were all freaked out. But when my boyfriend called me from 5000 miles away and told me this, I had to tell him that I had smelt it too. And it was at the exact same time! So over 5000 miles, 4 of us had smelt the same smell at the same time. And I wouldn't have had any reason to believe she'd have worn something like that. When we told his mum about it happening to me too, she just smiled and said that she knew her mum would have wanted to meet me.

I never got to meet her, unfortunately. I met my boyfriend a week after she died, but his family are always telling me that when he was young, she'd tell him that somewhere in the world, the love of his life was waiting for him. He was born in Peru, emigrated to the US, and I met him while on vacation from the UK! So yes, I was SOMEWHERE in the world, lol.

I never told my family about what happened to me, until my mum mentioned the smell too, and how it mysteriously appeared and then went. And my sister has seen "a lady" in her bedroom - and when she described her to me, she fit my boyfriends grandmother to the letter, and she's never seen her. She sees my grandfather too (who died when my mum was 16) and he regularly sits on her bed at night.

It doesn't scare us anymore. When one of us smells the scent, we'll just say "Hi Lola" and if my sister sees her in her room, she just says "Next room, lola"

We don't smell it much anymore, but it happens in random places - work, the beach, even on the plane to the US once! It's nice to know that she's with me, too. I know she would have wanted to meet me, and I would have loved to have met his grandparents, as they were a huge part of his life.

I just hope they approve, because I'm here to stay! lol

[kkat55]

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These stories are amazing.

I sometimes wish I could see my Mom or Dad...

Does anyone else have anything to add?

[BabyDreamer]

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Ok, here is mine. In 1992, right before my senior year in high school my best friend Chris had a wreck coming to my house. My parents and I had actually gone to St. Louis for the weekend that morning. Well, after they got him to the hospital, his mom called and my Dad brought me home and I sat at the hospital for days with Chris.

He was in a coma and they had done surgery and removed part of his brain. Since 1992, he has been in a level 2 coma. I go visit sometimes and he cries when I am there.

The odd part is that whenever I have a troubling time, I dream of him and he is whole and he and I happen to be married in my dreams. We were best friends since we were born and were together all the time. He actually saved my life once (oncoming truck with no lights almost hit me on my bicycle). Anyway, in my dreams he floats and gives me advice and I wake up feeling better.

Technically, Chris is not dead, but he is hovering in that area between the two I think so he communicates with me the only way he can...when I am asleep and open to letting him in.

Deb

[kristenxo]

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When I was about 7-9 years-old (I can't remember the exact year) my cousins and I went Christmas carolling around my aunts' neighborhood. It was the first and only time I've done that - it wasn't/isn't a common thing to do here (or possibly anywhere these days) and I'm also a shy person and very self-conscious (esp. considering I've always had a TERRIBLE voice). I know we went to several of the neighbors houses but I only distinctly remember one house. It was across the street and one house over (to the right) from my aunts'. We didn't know the family and I don't have a "real" reason to distinctly remember that particular house. Anyway, for some unknown reason I really wanted to be in the front of our little group at this house (I remember getting into a fight with my cousin Jeana as we rang the doorbell over this... lol). An older woman answered the door and gasped - then smiled, it semed like she was pleasantly surprised. The REALLY odd thing is I don't remember what she looked like, but I remember her smiling, it's hard to explain. Anyway, she listened as we sang and thanked us when we finished.

Fast forward to last Thursday. I dreamt I was at home and opened my door to children singing Christmas songs. I cried and thanked them and told them that was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me. All of the sudden that night my cousins and I went carolling flashed before me. I wasn't listening to carollers anymore or crying - I was in front of that house, that night singing with my cousins. I saw the woman who answered the door, but not her face, just her legs and part of her torso. That was when I woke up, my eyes were watery and I felt really strange (not bad though), I don't think I can describe it.

I know that was long, sorry! Anyway, I'm not sure what to make of it. I hadn't thought about that night until I had this dream. I didn't even realize I remembered that house until I had that dream. I don't know why she'd visit me or if she actually did in the first place. I'm not sure, but I'd assume she would have passed away by now. BTW, everyone's posts here made me cry and smile at the same time. It's nice to know that when we pass we might still be able to ease the pain of our loved ones and maybe even make them smile or laugh