freqflyer Posted April 2019
Strange sightings after a love one had passed.
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The original discussion from a couple years ago had been closed, so I am starting a new one.
I realize sometimes we will see something that could either be a coincidence or something very real. There were a few "sightings or unusual scents" in the past regarding my late Dad.
Today we had a strange incident with my elderly cat [19] and his ID collar. How in the world did the cat get on his collar as he now doesn't wear it when inside the house as it is too irritating to his neck at this age. He always waits for either sig other or myself to take the collar off as soon as he comes in from outdoors.
Maybe it's my late Dad once again playing tricks :)
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We still can't figure out couple years or so ago the strange odor [not unpleasant but nothing I could relate to] that would be coming from the old bookcase that Dad had in his house and later in senior living [Dad made that bookcase by hand for me when I was a child]. Bookcase now in my dining room filled with Dad's old books. That odor would be there less than a half hour and disappear, not returning until weeks later. Our late female cat would notice this, but sig other and the male cat didn't smell anything. That mystery odor hasn't returned in over a year.
When we were moving phone phone service I got to choose between four telephone numbers. So after the move I go to the dry cleaner, they asked me for my phone number. I gave it to them, they look up the number in the computer and they say Mrs. R. The previous homeowner had the same phone number. I was ready to move..
Then my daughter was out with her boyfriend and hubby and I were out for dinner..my daughter’s boyfriends cell phone rang and caller ID said “Jenn Home” meaning her landline as she still had dial up internet and she had left internet up. She didn’t let boyfriend answer his phone and when she got home her Icons on her computer monitor were large and scattered and not the way she had them set up.
I told him that I loved him, that I forgave him completely and I meant it. I told him God forgave him. He worried about that. I reminded him of God forgiving David, Paul, and countless others.
Still after his death, I made his cremation and burial arrangements. I had a graveside mass but I was uneasy about where he was. I continued to pray. My mom was praying also.
Very shortly after he died, a few nights later, I had the most beautiful dream. My brother was young, his beautiful dark hair was lovely, he had silver hair when he died. He was smiling from ear to ear and we were in my mom's dining room in the house we grew up in. He was serving delicious food. He loved to eat when he was young. He loved being a host to a group of people.
He was very outgoing. I woke up so happy! I never felt uneasy again. I ran to my mother's room to tell her about my dream. She started listening and before I could finish she told me the end of my dream! It was surreal. In my dream he was serving po-boys, a well loved sandwich here in New Orleans. My mom looked puzzled. She had the exact dream on the same night as me. We both said it was him letting us know he was okay. That was a sign. Mom and I were so happy that we got to see him happy and at peace. She told me in detail about the food, what he was wearing, that he was young and smiling. It was incredible.
You can think I am crazy if you want but that dream brought my mom and me peace about my brother.
Great story! That's so interesting because after my grandpa died there was a fly buzzing around her and normally she would have smacked him dead. She was a tough german woman. She told us that she thought it was grandpa! We just thought it was odd at the time. I was a teenager.
I don't think your crazy or maybe I am crazy with you!
My dad was scared to die and I worried about him when he was sick, but after he passed away. I had a dream of him being in half darkness and half light. He was scared! But I saw a woman's hand and she was calling his name. Telling him it was ok. Then I could see her, not her face, but her hair, her body shape, her shoes, her dress and even the little white flowers on it. She had a light hearted laugh. She was (I felt) very loving. She just kept telling him it was ok and to take her hand. He took her hand and came out of the dark and they walked together into the light. She would never show me her face. My dad had a hard time walking of years being on his feet for 60 to 80 hrs a week, but in my dream he was walking normal. He was wearing is favorite shoes and dark blue jeans with his favorite jean jacket. We did not bury him in these clothes.
When I woke up I called my mother and told her about my dad and the woman. My mother told me she was my great aunt who I never met. When I went to my mother's house later that day she showed me a picture of my GA. It was her. She helped my dad who she loved to cross over.
When I was young I heard of stories where the dead will send messages to the living through dreams; I never knew if it was real or not, but now I know it is real:) I never worry about my dad. I know he is at peace, happy and with people who love him. And when the nights are just right I can smell his secent in the house and I know he is there. 💝
I honestly got goosebumps reading your post! Plus that is validation for me. Thanks so much for sharing your experiences with me 💗
I have to admit I was a little worry about telling my story because I thought maybe you or others would think I was weird, but my gut told me that I should tell my story.
Thank you for your positive respond; I didn't mean to give you goosebumps. I am glad that I was able to help. Your very welcome. 💜
Goosebumps in a good way. I think it’s awesome. There is a connection from our loved ones. I believe that with all my heart.
So do I!
I hope that your dad gives you a sign or you have your own dream or vision. I believe that if you talk to your love one that they can hear you.
May I suggest when you go to bed and the lights are off and you are laying there tell your dad that you are listening. Just focus on your dad. I don't know if this will work, but I have had friends that this worked for. Just give it a try it can't hurt anything.
I am so sorry about your dad Katie even as adult we tend to be little girls when it comes to our dads. I pray that your dad gives you some kind of sign.
Hugs!!!
And how, when I was standing in my driveway, a few years after we lost him, talking to a friend about how difficult it still is, did a Red Robin (one of my Dad's favorite birds-no explanation for that!) fly right into the large bush right by my driveway? And when I said, Oh my, Hi Dad, did a Blue Jay fly right into the same bush (another of his favorite birds, again no explanation for his bird love deal, lol). Don't know and don't question it. Sometimes it's best not to look for a 'sign' because it just happens I guess, if it's meant too. I spent the longest 'looking' for some kind of sign, to no avail until that day. And sometimes, a 'sign' is just not needed because all is ok and we just don't get that?
Today is 10 years since he's been gone. Still so sad, but acceptance and perspective comes with time.
My brother feels the same.
So we think the Blue Jay either stops to see me first in Maryland then goes up to Jersey to see my bro or vice versa.
The Blue Jay just sweeps in, scares the other birds, reeks havoc, then disappears until later in the day then rinse & repeat.
Its just a cute thing my brother & I joke about.
The very last conversation I had with my Mom we were on the phone. She was sounding odd and I was worried about her. I had just spoken to her but called her right back cause I was concerned. I sang a part of that Carole King song "You've got a Friend" to her. She laughed and said "I Love you Always" That was the very last thing she ever said to me. She died a week later in hospital.
So, seven mths. later on Christmas Eve I'm sitting with my niece and we are talking about my Mom. She says to me "I always felt that grandma had a direct line to God" I said I'm sure she did, in fact I bet she is sitting here with us right now. Right after I said that I looked at my sister's play list on her t.v. and "You've got a Friend" by Carole King was playing. I just know that was a sign. At least I'd like to think it was.
It is said, that butterflys are good luck, and that they are massagers from the otherside. It is also said, if you see a butterfly at a funeral that the butterfly is releasing the soul. The Japanese believe that if a butterfly hits your house that someone will pass away.
I believe that my dad is telling me he is with me and pleased with what I am doing:)
I hate to see what my dad would send me if he didn't like my work! LOL
After my parents had passed, I put the clock on the bookcase that Dad had made for me. I didn't wind up the clock because I didn't want the chimes to scare the cats. I would spend time looking and rearranging Dad's books in the bookcase, and the clock kept silent for months on end.
One day the clock chimed once out of the blue. Scared the heck out of me. No one was near that clock, not even in the same room. The day before we had to put down our sweet cat "Sara" due to a serious illness. Later I thought that chime was my late Dad saying "Sara is here with me, don't worry".
I woke up thinking I had over slept and was late for work because the bedroom was so bright but it wasn't the sun. It was actually a beautiful blue with a white light outlining it and had small rays like stars.
Grandma kept telling me it will all be ok, not to worry, it will all be ok.
My Mom is now in assisted living with Alzheimer's. I have 3 siblings, not one wanted the responsibility after shutting my Mother out from me. I prayed for years that somehow God would show me the way so I could do everything I promised Mom. This situation was "dumped" in my lap a year ago. I am now able to do what I promised except for 1 thing....I could not let her live in her house. This has been very hard for the past year but I'm getting everything taken care of per the Court.
I feel this is what my Great-grandmother was telling me 40 yrs ago.
We also live in a 100 yr old house. We have 2 spirits who reside with us. The entire street/neighborhood knows about our house and some have actually met these spirits. We still haven't found our daughter's 4 bottles of parfume from 3 yrs ago. I smell cigar smoke when the "male" spirit is trying to get my attention as well as parfume scent when the "female" spirit is around. They were around a lot when I was working on the dining room to bring it back to the way it did 100 yrs ago. "They" were there with me everyday. Once we got it done, we didn't hear from them for some time.
This past week I heard the sound of 2 thick sticks being hit together like a percussion instrument. I thought the fan was off balance, but as soon as I got under the fan the sound stopped.
I've heard conversations, walking upstairs when I have been home alone or up really late at night. My husband has heard a dog running up/down the upstairs hallway when I've been downstairs with our 3 dogs.
No, it is not strange. Once your Father feels all is well OR you let him know you're ok, he'll stay or just come around occassionally when he thinks you need him
I loved my FIL - he was a funny and loving man.
A few months after he died, I swept my garage, including vacuuming the carpet square outside the door going into the house. The next day, at church, the choir sang a hymn that they also sang at his funeral - it brought me to tears. When we got home, there was a dime on the carpet that I had vacuumed the day before.
On the one year anniversary of his death, my son found four dimes in the gym weight room at his high school. He had never found money in there before and hasn't found any since.
When my grandmother passed away, the first song I heard on the radio after leaving her apartment was Paul Simon's "You Can Call Me Al." It was exactly at the lyric "Who'll be my role model now that my role model is gone?" Still gives me goosebumps.
On a lighter note, I inherited my grandmother's cat that day. Sadly, she didn't tell me that the cat didn't travel well in the car. I got about a block from her apartment, tears flowing, when I stopped for a red light. I looked at the cat on the passenger seat and saw her about ready to drop a load on the seat. As quickly as I could, I got the window down and held the cat out the window to do her business. Of course, the light turned green and there was nothing I could do to put the car in gear and move on. Fortunately, the person behind me was laughing and that got me laughing as well. My grandmother had a wicked sense of humor...guess she wasn't done making me laugh!!
I always find it weird when I work in the yard and there a butterfly is flying around me as if my dad is saying, hello and what are you doing to my yard!
I find it comforting to know that my LO's are around, in whatever shape, smell,, or form the present themselves.
Rainbows, balloons,birds, dreams, or feeling.. peaceful, content, loving