I realize sometimes we will see something that could either be a coincidence or something very real. A few months after my Mom had passed, I was in my bed in my own house watching TV late at night.... my gosh, there was my Mom leaving the bedroom, disappearing through the door. This was just a split second. She was wearing her bathrobe. I didn't see her face, but I knew it was her. So strange as I wasn't even thinking about her.
Then one day Grandmother's dog, out of the blue started to howl. Family members couldn't console the dog, the dog was frantic. Then the phone rang, a family member at the hospital said that Grandma had died. It was amazing how that dog knew.
As soon as I'd shut the front door behind us, Cindy started howling her head off. She'd never, ever howled before - we're talking wolves by moonlight style - but something set her off. An absence? A presence? No idea. It was just awful.
While my cat Katie was housed in the Animal ER, I noticed at home a certain unusual odor over by where I have my late Dad's bookcase filled with some of his books and knick knacks. My sig other and our male cat didn't notice the odor, but the other female cat did,... she even stood up to look into the bookcase. And would eye the bookcase every time she went by. This went on and off for two days. I know this sounds weird, I was wondering if my late Dad [who passed in Sept] was trying to tell me that it's ok, he will take care of Katie when and if she joins him.
I have been wondering if it is because of the trauma I experienced and that I no longer believe, so i wont see.
In agreement.
Love from,
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One night shortly after Hubs and I had been having these types of conversations I had a dream about my Mom. She was laying next to me in bed. I had been praying a lot "God, let me have one last hug from my Mom" In my dream, my Mom said to me "Stop praying for one last hug............you may get it but it would not be me. Not everyone who has passed is nice" I took that as confirmation of what I already believe.
I hope to see her in heaven again one day. I will just have to be patient for that.
FF, I think you were thinking about her. I think your thoughts are exactly what you saw. It came as a jolt because you weren't aware that you were thinking about her, but she's such a constant presence in your mind that you don't need to be.
Which I think is a comfort, that our loved ones are that deeply embedded in us.
I still expect to hear my Dad when I pick up the phone, on occasion.
My dad died when I was a teen - on the first anniversary of his death my mom was out of town with her siblings - at night I heard footsteps from the living room down the hallway and felt his presence stand in my doorway as parents do to check on their kids in bed