From Andy:
I was sound asleep on Saturday night, July 26, 2003 – exactly 6 months to the day and date that my younger brother, Seth, was killed in an automobile accident. I was lying on my left side and was awakened by what felt like a punch in my right bicep. Seth used to punch people in the arm playfully all the time when he walked by. I thought nothing of it at first. I then heard my bedroom door shut loudly! My friend, Libby, was sleeping on the couch in my bedroom and she suddenly woke up and said, “What was that?” Being half asleep, I said, “That was my brother!” We both went back to sleep without really thinking about what happened until the next morning.
This experience made me feel really good that Seth was able to make a connection with me after he died. It was so significant that it was on the 6-month anniversary. I did not look at the clock when this happened, but I often wonder if it was 3:00 am, which was the time of his accident.
From Beatrice:
I am convinced that my daughter is still here. I am not convinced of how it could be. I believe that there is as much science involved as there is spirituality. Quantum physicists believe that nothing ever dies and that all matter is living. Be it a rock, a table, a frame, an animal or a human. The part of my daughter that I feel most connected to after her physical death is her Love. From the day I got the news of her death until the moment I type these words I know that my daughter is still capable of having a relationship with me. Guru's, Yogi and Sages and Saints all have experienced this connection.
There have been days when I am completely sad and days in which I feel that nothing has separated me from my daughter and I can only attribute it to the feeling I have of being connected, the feeling that she is just somewhere else. It is the physical missing that puts me in the pit. Quntum mechanics says that an event only seems to happen when the observer collapses the event(observes it). I think this is also how the mind works. If you believe, this is your truth. Every thought is subjective in this reality. Objectivity can not work with a grieving parent. A bond of love has been established that will always be.
We are also told by great Scientists and Spiritualists that all matter does not really exist, that we have created or manifested this reality with our collective consciousness. If we can get through the illusion of this reality we begin to feel the unity that is in everything and everyone that ever existed. We can not do this with the ego as the leader, our ego's must be known to us as the illusion. The Power of Now by Echardt Tolle makes good reference to this.
I suppose you might be interested in my experience or epiphanies I have had that lead me to this thinking. I will tell you about the one that validated my belief that my daughter was still around.
After Lauren's death I was so worried about where is she, how is she doing because I knew I still felt her Love stronger than ever. I went to a Soul Survival workshop, I saw two mediums with great information but I still did not feel that Lauren was the speaker. I was planning to visit a third. I happen to believe that the memory bank exists outside of the brain and the mediums access the information from these memory banks. However, I also believe that souls that have departed can contact us through dreams and other esoterical ways. I felt as though the information given by these two very highly rated mediums, one considered to be a Dream Team Medium and the other a recommended medium was accessed from the memory bank that exists in what scientist call "The Field". I was a bit discouraged after the second reading and that night I had a dream that validated my every belief that Lauren was still somewhere. My daughter was a competitive swimmer for 10 years and was swimming with the Johns Hopkins Swim Team when she passed. Well that night I dreamt that I was at a swim meet and I was the parent in charge of giving out the uniforms to the kids on the team. I gave them out but Lauren was going to be late and I had forgot to get her uniform. I quickly remembered after I had handed them over to the other team and almost went crazy trying to find her a uniform in all one size. I finally was able to find a size medium in every article of clothing. When I got back to the side of the pool where the team was sitting, I saw Lauren and said to her "I almost forgot to get you a uniform, I got you all mediums". She looked at me a bit perturbed and said "I don't like mediums, I want large". Now this statement woke me up because I could not understand why Lauren would want a large. She was a teenager that always wanted a smaller size especially since femal swimmers have such broad shoulders, she always wanted a smaller size. All day I kept saying "why did she want a large". I was stuck on this message "I want large". Why did she say it, what did she mean. It was not like my daughter, why did I have this dream. I decided that I needed to write this down and keep trying to analyze this dream. When I started writing the dream and wanted to make sure I put it exactly the way she said it, I wrote. "I don't like MEDIUMS". That was what she wanted me to know. This was my validation because I was going crazy feeling that each medium had to validate the next and I needed to see all the mediums in the world. It was Lauren's way of getting me the message that I really needed. I fell she knew that I could get my own communication because I am intuitive.
Two weeks before this dream I turned down an interview with James Van Praagh because I did not feel my daughter would want to be on TV. I could not believe I had turned him down when i hung up the phone but now I know that my daughter has a way of influencing me even after physical death.
To go beyond physical death and sustain a relationship with your loved one is TRUE LOVE.
From Beth,
Dad was a minister and he was a monotone when it came to singing. We use to tease him and beg him not to sing near a mic. The day before the funeral, I was humming hymns for a while. I decided they were probably the hymns we had picked out for the service. However, when I check on that with my sister, I found out they were not! My thought then was that Dad was telling me he finally singing . . . ON KEY!!!
From Bethany,
It had been about a week since my mom died. I was really struggling and found that I could feel closer to her by writing to her in my journal. After writing to her that afternoon, I fell asleep. I awoke KNOWING I felt a cool dense press upon my right cheek. I sat up and yelled for my husband, I asked if he just touched me, and he said no, he was in the kitchen eating a P B & J sandwich. I said, My Mom just touched my face! I know it was her and I know that what she said to me through that touch was that she is safe in Heaven and that everything will be ok.
I cannot describe the way that touch felt, unlike anything I've ever experienced before. I am still very sad and I miss my mom more than anything, but I find comfort when I place my right hand to my right cheek, it is a reminder that there is a God and Heaven does exist and that one day we will all be together again.
From Brenda,
My mother was 72 years old and because she was a heavy smoker her health was not the best but her passing was a total shock to us. She had not been ill and in fact, my father said she was doing laundry and felt better than usual that day. My mother died sometime between 8:00 and 9:00pm. My father had watched TV with her in the kitchen and at 8:00 he went downstairs to the family room. When he returned to the kitchen at 9:00 he found her lying outside on the deck dead.
First sign
My 7 year old grandson was spending the night with me. We had just picked up a pizza and a rental movie. We were sitting in the living room eating pizza when I looked up and saw a deer standing in an open grassy area about 50 ft. away, staring directly into my living room window. I live in a condo in the city of Ravenna and there is an open grassy area between the edge of the condo property and a retirement apartment building on the same street. My grandson and I went to the open window to look at the deer and as long as we looked at it the deer just continued to stare back and never moved. We finally went back to our pizza and never noticed when the deer left. I had no idea at the time that my mother had just passed away. I know the time because we had picked up the pizza shortly after 8:00pm. I have never seen a deer in that field before or since. I asked my neighbors whose condos have the same view as mine and they have never seen a deer there.
Second sign
I received a call about 11:00pm from my brother telling me our mother had died suddenly and unexpectedly. I was packing to leave the next morning for Athens, Ohio. I asked my mother to give me a sign to let me know she was o.k. The next morning while driving down I-77 at 70 mph, a hawk flew directly over the hood of my car at the top edge of my windshield. I vividly remember seeing its brown and white feathers. I never saw it before or after it crossed the hood of my car but I knew instantly that it was the sign that I asked my mother to give me. She loved birds and fed them for years and she dearly loved hawks. It was so appropriate that she would choose that to be a sign from her. I cannot image how a bird could fly perpendicular to a car traveling 70 mph without getting hit but I know it happened.
Third sign
I don't remember when I had a visit from my mother in a dream but I think it was a month or two after she died. I recall vivid details of the dream to this date. Most of the dreams I have fade shortly after waking but not this one. I was standing in a line in an open area such as a food court in a mall but it was more like a banking or business setting. I looked up and saw my mother walking toward me. She was absolutely beaming with joy! She had a brisk walk and looked to be about 15 years younger than she was when she died. She was the picture of health and happiness. I knew in my dream that she was dead so I was shocked to see her walking toward me. I said to her, "What are YOU doing here?!" because I knew she couldn't be there. At that point I woke up just as if I had been shocked by a loud noise and I was absolutely wide awake and alert. I have never had such a vivid dream before or since. I have had a few dreams that my mother since that were more typical dreams and I cannot remember any details but I knew when I briefly remembered them that they were different from this particular dream.
My mother loved to see deer and birds, especially hawks, so it is so logical to me that she would choose those signs. The hawk gave me comfort when I was hurting so much and I know that it helped me get through the shock and sadness of dealing with the sudden loss of a parent.
From Cari,
My beautiful sister, Ginny, died from complication of Diabetes, Type I and not taking good care of herself. I wanted to speak at her funeral and shared this with the clergy person. However, I only remember being called on to speak because Ginny wanted to “talk”. I do not remember anything I said. It lasted a good 5 minutes or so. I know that my sister had a lot to say and I didn’t say anything.
My sister spoke at her own memorial service through me. She needed to share with the 350+ people who attended that she was okay, that she was worried about us and that this was all meant to be.
From Christa,
As I struggled with the loss of the man I loved, I began to encounter many incidents assuring me that our connection still existed. I started to write a journal of letters to him as a means of continued conversation and received messages about my writing. Although these messages didn't take away the grief I experienced, they allowed me to glimpse something beyond the loss. In my mind I had believed in an afterlife, now my heart was learning to believe.
Having seen a few trailers for Moulin Rouge when it was playing in the local theaters, I had decided not to see the movie. Without realizing that there was a story line, I simply felt it was an extravaganza of music and dance. Since both of these elements are so tied up in my memory of you, I have found it difficult to partake of them.
Hearing some great reviews from both friends and movie critics, I decided to rent the video once it was released. In the safety of my own home I knew it would be acceptable if I totally fell apart.
Well this weekend I stopped by Video Ithaca to pick up a copy. The local store has an interesting method of tracking their tapes. Each box is equipped with Velcro tabs to which the title tags can adhere. When renting a movie, you simply bring the tags up to the front and they will hand you the film. Generally there are a number of tags at the counter from the movies most recently returned. People can sort through these selections before the tags are reshelved.
As I approached the counter, I glanced down to see only one tag lying there. Reading the title, "The Red Shoe Diaries", I wondered if you, "the man in the red shoes", were giving your nod of approval on my movie choice!
While watching the film, I was impressed with the creativity involved in the blending of various musical genres into 19th century France. The tango scene done to the song "Roxanne" was a stroke of genius. I was also surprised to learn that there was in fact a plot and story line, and one that you would appreciate: the penniless artist who believes in love above all things. In his words, "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and to be loved in return".
A number of scenes made me cry, but the end was particularly poignant. Overcoming all obstacles and expressing their love for each other, Christian and Satine walk hand in hand off the stage. Christian unaware that there is any problem, gasps as Satine collapses in his arms. Once she reveals that she is dying, he is overwhelmed by this prospect. It is apparent that he no longer wishes to go on if he cannot be with her. She looks up at him and in her last breath cries out, "You've got to go on. You've got so much to give. Tell our story. Promise me. Promise me. That way I will always be with you".
By this point in the film I was sobbing. The camera them pans out, revealing an expansive view of the city before focusing back in on Christian. Alone in his room, unshaven and clearly distressed, the narration continues as a thought in his mind. "Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down and I wrote our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever. The End."
AND
While having lunch with Marianne, Carol & Kathy, the conversation seemed to take many twists and turns. Somehow we landed upon the topic of the spiritualist church in Freeville. Kathy was the only one who had previously attended the church, and there was definitely a sense of skepticism in the group. Understanding their doubt, I mentioned that I had a number of interesting experiences there. I related the story of my first visit, being told my sister, mom and 2 aunts were present. That seemed to catch their attention. However the Sunday reading about my garden and the search for a statue definitely made the deepest impression. This was a specific statement, not vague enough to be generally interpreted.
The last incident I mentioned pertained to the service performed by a man named Richard. Three black women who had never been there before attended, one being a spiritualist minister at another church. Richard's sermon seemed to be a repeat of a conversation we had about a month before you passed on. You were saying not "to try" but "to do". I told them the only real difference was that you started to quote Yoda. (I had to explain who Yoda was!) I also mentioned the message delivered to the visiting minister from "the woman in the red shoes". She did not recognize the reference but of course I did.
We continued with lunch and shortly after the discussion, we all had to get back to work. As I walked into my office I found a box on my desk from Amazon.com. There was some confusion, as I knew I hadn't ordered anything from the company. Upon opening the box I found the contents to be gift wrapped with an unusual card attached. It said, "May the force be with you always. Greetings from you friends across the divide."
Tearing off the gift-wrapping I found a Yoda doll statue inside and a receipt showing it came from Fletcher. The coincidence was interesting to say the least and raised my spirits much of the afternoon. I felt both a closeness to you, and a wonderful love and understanding from Bill and Maureen. It was really a treat as I envisioned you smiling down on all of us.
From Diane,
My Mom passed away March 29 of this year after fighting Emphyzema for years. My entire family has always believed in communication after death, with the exception of my brother, Mike. He flew home to help Dad with the immediate issues like cremation arrangements and other odds and ends so Dad didn't have to see Mom's "things" lying around the house. Whenever Mike would help Mom in the kitchen, she would always smack him gently in the back of the head when he messed something up, playfully. Mike was making dinner one night after helping Dad, searing chicken breasts. Before he realized he had forgotten the water, he felt a firm smack on the back of his head! He spun around thinking it was Dad, but Dad was in the den!
I got my message from her a couple of days after that. This is rather gross, but Mom loved to remove our blemishes when we were teens, much to our chagrin! Well I was lying in bed one night and thinking to myself. I remembered how she liked to do this and I started chuckling and said out loud, "OK, I know if I wake up with a huge zit on my face I'll know it's your way of telling me your OK." I rolled over and went to sleep....only to awake the next morning with the biggest pimple on my face since I've been an adult.
From Flora,
My younger brother pssed away last August. He died from complications of Aids. He had talked with my daughter once about what it would be like to die, and then when he was in the hospital for the last time, he was not able to communicate his last wishes to anyone. I was the only family member able to pay for any funeral arrangements and due to a lack of funds, had to choose cremation. I was very upset at first because I couldn't afford anything else, and worried whether he would have wanted that choice. I asked him for a sign that I had done right.
My daughter had requested the song "I can Only Imagine" to be played at his funeral. She said when they were talking about what it would be like after death he said he could only imagine.
We had to travel for 12 hours to get there so I wasn't able to see him before he died, and after the funeral when we were driving back home, that song kept playing on the radio. I have a habit of changing stations often during the drive to keep awake, and to find songs I like. It was just so strange that on every station I tuned in that song would come on. I feel like it was a sign that I had done the right thing for my brother.
From Fred and Amie,
My wife and I were visiting Lakewood Cemetery. We stopped at the Wade Chapel and observed the beautiful Tiffany glass mosaics there. We met the caretaker who told us he has seen many spirits in the chapel.
He says they appear to him like rainbow-colored lights in the Chapel. We were skeptical, but listened to his story.
As we walked out of the Chapel, into the sunshine, we were amazed to see something we had never seen before. In the sky was a round ball of rainbow-colored light, floating near the sun. It shimmered and remained visible for several minutes. We've both seen rainbows, but never a tiny round rainbow-colored ball of light like that.
I guess if you are open to it, you can see past the curtain.
From Helen,
My mother loved birds. She always told me that after her passing she was going to come back as one. Six months after her passing my birthday occurred. It was the first birthday I experienced without her. She always called me at 8:25 a.m. on each birthday as that is the time that I was born. It was our little ritual. But that year she was not there to call me. I was in the basement of our house that morning and my husband was in the kitchen upstairs. As it was a lovely spring morning we had the doors from our kitchen to the deck open to let in the fresh spring air. Suddenly, he called to me to come upstairs right away. I rushed upstairs but was too late. A bird had come into the kitchen and had flown around and then flown out! I’ve always felt that she had come to wish me a happy birthday!
My mother’s passing left my father alone and very lonely. A family friend had lost her husband 10 months before my mother died. My father and Anne began to spend time together. They were comfortable with each other as the two couples had been friends. After about two years they decided to get married. Many years prior to this my mother had given Anne a decorative plate that she kept in her dining room with the other plates that she had collected over the years. She and my father wondered how I would take the news of their impending marriage. One evening as they were entering Anne’s house a bird flew in and sat on the plate that my mother had given her. They said that they stared at the bird in disbelief! They took this as a sign that my mother was telling them that I would be just fine with the news and I was.
Every year it seems as though we have birds that peck at our windows. This year, however, we have had a cardinal that pecks at our living room window every morning. One afternoon I was working in my basement office when I heard pecking. It was too late in the day, I thought, for it to be our friendly cardinal and it sounded closer. I decided to explore and discovered a blue bird pecking at a downstairs window. I approached the window and it did not fly away. It pecked a few more times and looked at me and then flew away. It was my birthday……….
From Jacqueline,
My father died on April 23, 1998, he had lung cancer and he died at home with his wife, my mother and all of his 6 children taking care of him to help ease his transition. He never spoke of death, he was in denial about it and I think he didn’t want to admit he had cancer because for him as for many, he felt he did something wrong by getting it. His death was very difficult for me and we never really had the opportunity to “talk” about a connection after his death that we could hold on to.
At the time I was studying a healing art called Reiki, I had recently finished my second degree and was very sensitive to life force energy. So at his death or several minutes after I did a special Reiki healing send off, to help his spirit move into his next stage. It was very difficult and it took him, as well as myself, several months to get through and move on. It was about a year later and I had gone through all the stages of grief and really missed him, I felt this uneasiness that he wasn’t in the right place. I couldn’t put my finger on the feeling exactly I just knew that something wasn’t right. I was receiving a Reiki healing and cranial sacral treatment from my Reiki Master one evening and always being a student, I was paying attention to the subtle flow of energy around my body. At one point she had to stop what she was doing and ask if I was okay because tears were streaming down my face. As I lay on her table, I felt a warm energy on my left side almost so strong that it made my cheek and nose feel like I had a shot of novacaine at the dentist. All went numb. I told her to proceed and when we finished we discussed my experience. Although I am open to most things I was somewhat skeptical. She let me talk first. I told her that I felt this numbing experience in my facing and then I heard the Virgin Mary (I am catholic) say to me that my father has finally moved on and he is okay. She agreed with my feelings and told me that Mary comes to people in that very way of a numbing sensation and always on the left. Even though I let out a tearful outburst, I felt so relieved to know that my father had “made it” wherever that may be. Since that time I have felt a strong connection with him and it has come and gone through the years. I had always felt a stronger connection with my dad, when my mom needed me for something.
Just a week and a half ago, May 1, 2004 my mom made her transition into the divine world. Her death was a totally different experience. She had been ill, not as ill as all of her six children knew. She had spent three weeks in the hospital and then on to a nursing home to do rehab and go home. She was making progress and we all had expected her to go home, then came the call that she wasn’t breathing well and she didn’t want to go to the hospital she told us all, to our shock and dismay that she was going to die and she was ready. She then said that she missed my dad and God was ready for her. A week prior to all of this happening, I was cooking in my kitchen one evening as I usually do and a voice came to me, I brushed it off as my crazy imagination and I didn’t pay attention to it. The voice was my father, who said plain as day, I am ready for your mom and she is coming to meet me. I had dismissed the thought so I took no further warning from it. Two nights before she died, my father came to me again, in a dream this time. He told me that I had taken good care of my mother and it was time for her to join him and he was ready for her and it was his time to take care of her once again. Of course I thought if I told anyone of my family members that I had that dream, they would think I was being negative and dramatic and not positive for mom’s recovery. I didn’t tell anyone.
I had a strong sense the next morning that she was going, so I called the Nursing Home and they had told me that they just called my brother to tell him that she wasn’t breathing well. By the time I had gotten there, it was determined, by her, that she was dying. In retrospect, it was a wonderful day when I look back on it. Of course I am still in shock and cannot believe she’s gone and I have no parents physically on this earth anymore. But she gave all of her children and grandchildren such a gift in that she was brave through her last hours and she told us not to worry and God was waiting for her she stepped us through the whole process. We got to laugh and cry and say goodbye. She gave us life and in her death she taught us not to fear it. Her faith was so strong. I will never forget that day.
When my father died, I felt the need to put a pewter heart angel in his breast pocket of his suit. I had received two of the exact same angels as gift from my friends when he got sick, so I kept one and put one next to his heart to keep me connected physically. The morning of my moms funeral I had thought about using the other heart and give it to her and then that just didn’t feel right, I even forgot to grab it and put it in my pocket ( I often did that when I missed my dad) as I went off to the funeral. After the mass at church, all six children served as pall bearers, we loaded her casket into the hearse and I went back into the church for some reason. Of all of the people standing around, a gentlemen came up to me and said that someone must have dropped a broach. He handed it to me and I grabbed it and between my sadness and all of my tears, I stuck it in my pocket not even looking at it. When I got into the car and composed myself a bit for the procession to the cemetery, I remembered the broach, it was a silver cala lilly, a gorgeous piece of jewelry, that was my mom’s favorite flower and the bouquet she had at her wedding were all white cala lilies. I thought to myself how am I going to find the owner of this piece of jewelry. I pinned it on my jacket hoping someone would notice it. I still have it pinned on my jacket to this day. I think it was my mom’s way of saying that it was okay for me not to put that angel in her casket and she wanted me to have something instead. She was still being a mom even as her spirit soared to a new place.
Janet’s Story:
A few years ago I, a group of coworkers, and my sister went to see Susan Sandeford, a gifted medium. I had never met Susan or Milt before. They were having an open session and about 20 people showed up. Susan began the evening with prayer. She then explained that she would say the name of either someone in the room or someone from the other side ( deceased ) . She bent her sweet head in meditation for a moment and when she looked up said to the audience “ They are asking for Janet". I was thrilled. Everyone moved their chairs to form a circle and Milt set up Susan and I, facing each other, in the middle. Susan once again closed her eyes for a moment and told me that a grandmother was with us. I was only close to one so there was not a doubt in my mind that it was my paternal grandmother . She "spoke" to Susan and mentioned our absent sister’s name, and matching skirts Mom made for us at Christmas. Her message was that she was pleased that I was on the right path with my spiritual quest. She also sent apologies for being a burden to my Mother and asked that I pass that information along. I was glad to let her know that Mom never found her to be a burden and still loved her and speaks highly of her to this day. In this case there was healing for someone in spirit as well as immediate confirmation of the continuation of our souls/consciousness.
Through Susan I asked if Grandma's twin sister was with her and Susan confirmed that Aunt Louise was there and was still a quiet soul. Grandpa was also there as was my " yappy, energetic dog," Casey. I do not really remember Grandpa or Aunt Louise so I was happy to hear that they were together. I look forward to seeing them all again some day.
I then felt someone poke me on my left shoulder. I looked behind me and there was no one there. Obviously someone from the other side wanted to speak that could not get a word in edgewise between me and the rest of my chatty, deceased family! I told Susan that I felt there was someone standing over my left shoulder. She told me that it was Tommy. He was an old love who was killed in a motorcycle accident. He wanted me to know that he knew that he had broken my heart but that he still is around me. He is not gone, he has just started the next chapter of his soul's life. I know that I will get to enjoy his silly sense of humor again someday.
Susan then let me know that my brother-in-law showed up and I asked that my sister, his widow, join Susan and I in the center of the circle. John had died from complications of diabetes. He let my sister know that she could not have done anything different and that it was just his time. His family had not been kind to her when he died. He gave her messages about their children and we all had a good cry.
I have no fear of death now. It is just the next chapter of this soul's journey !
Jeni’s Story:
My four-month-old son died. I had secretly begged God, in my prayers, to just let me die. All I wanted was to be with him. I missed him so much and I didn’t think I could ever stop hurting. Whenever I was alone, I would talk to him. I didn’t tell my family because I just wanted to be left alone. I felt like our time together was cut very short. There were so many things I wanted him to see and do. So many good things I wanted for him.
About a year after his passing, I was laying down in my room. I had been talking to him and crying. All of a sudden, I felt a gentle calm come over me as though everything was going to be all right. I could smell him. It was such strong and sweet smell, like he was all around me. I had laid there and thanked him for coming back to me and eventually, I fell asleep.
Jo Ann’s Story:
My mother, died at our home where she had lived with us for many years. One Sunday, she was doing well and told my husband and me to go to church that she would be fine. She planned to shower and get ready for the day in our absence. Upon returning home, our dog did not greet us at the door, and we immediately became concerned by the unnatural quiet. We discovered her body in the upstairs hall outside the shower and our worse fears were realized as Mom had died on the way to the shower.
Mom was extremely fond of our dog and he was her constant companion and security. Mom had macular degeneration which caused her eyesight to deteriorate.
The next day, I was alone in my kitchen, not particularly focusing
on anything, when I heard Mom's voice clearly state, " Jo, take care of my puppy for me." I was in total shock but not afraid. I began to cry and answered her,"Yes Mom , I will; I will". My tears really began to flow and as I turned around towards the towel rack, she spoke again. "Jo don't grieve". Well, it hit me. There was no doubt the voice belonged to my mother. An English teacher for years, she was the only one I know who would use the word "grieve!" Her voice was clear, not weepy ,yet, she sounded somewhat sad . There was no
indication of fear or resignation, she was simply telling me her wishes
before she left to go on.
Jody’s Story:
My mom died 14 years ago, exactly 5 weeks to the day before my first child (son) was born. Three to four times a week our phone rings just once anywhere between 10:30 and 11:30 p.m.. Nothing ever shows on our caller ID. This has happened for 14 years!
I know this is a greeting from Mom and am very comforted by this sign. I don't tell many people about my "sign" for fear that I'll be thought of as a lunatic!