Experienced weird signs from loved ones?

[MayFGL]

Have you experienced sign from your loved ones. I was never interested in this till now. I was googling something the other day which was a totally different topic. One search led to another. What I saw caught my eyes was the "5 signs from your diseased loved ones". A member just posted he experience weird signs. It got me more interested. The signs are smell, hear, sight, taste and touch. 

 

I've experienced the 3 of the signs. Smell. My mom recently died on March 13 from a massive stroke. I still cry. The first time I experienced it was a little over a months after my mom passed. My mom used to have aches and pains from arthritis. I would help mom rub mentholated oils on her. I woke up smelling that oil. Very strong. I thought that it was a family member that used it. I know that my family doesn't like to use it. I smell it on 5 or 6 other times.

 

Hear. One day I was walking out from the room and I heard someone call my name and it was mom's voice...clear as day. I turned around. Recently, I've been hearing my mom call out to me. When I used to take mom to the restroom because she's wheelchair bound. I wait in another room (small rm for TV, computer, relaxing) till she's ready. That room and the restroom share the same wall. When she's done, she'd call me and I could hear her muffling sound of her voice. I'm normally using the computer in the room facing the wall. Well, occasionally, I would hear that same muffling call. I even went to check...just because.

 

Sight. Anything visual can be a sign---bird, animal, coins. I saw butterflies and moths. The Chinese believe that when loved ones die, they come back as butterflies or moths. Mom never bothered them either. When mom died about a month later, there were 6 leopard moths close by the front door. They just stayed in the same position for a week. We never experienced anything like it or even seen those kinds of moths. We didn't bother it. It could very well be mom and my grandparents.

 

All these signs, I thought I was just imagining it. I didn't really bothered telling anyone because they're just going to say the same thing I was thinking.

 

Have you experienced any signs?

[MayFGL]

Last night, as I was getting ready for bed, I smelled mom again. I cried so much...just like a baby. I cried myself to sleep.

 

Just when I thought I could smile, the reminder of my sweet mom just haunts me. I'll never be able to hold, hug or kiss mom again. I know that mom could see me and she knows the emotions that I'm going through...but, I don't want her to see me cry. I just wish that it was me in that coffin instead of mom. 

 

Mom I miss you very much. I need you mom. I will always  you. It's just 3 months since you've passed. How can I carry on without you mom? 

 

[silverkitties]

I know' it's so hard, May. Last night, I was thinking about how soft and moist my mom's skin was...just like a baby. In her last year, I used to call her my kitten because she was so fragile.

[MayFGL]

My eldest sister came to visit me today. She asked how I was doing. She asked if I still smell mom. I said, "Yes. The other day when I was getting ready for bed." She told me, "Next time when you smell mom, get your cell phone and just start recording." I said, "No way am I going to do that."

 

To me, even though I know mom is with us. I don't need to see orbs. I don't feel comfortable doing that.

 

My sister's daughter has a baby girl who is 7 months old. She was recording her baby and she saw 3 orbs circling around the baby. My sister say it is her mother-in-law, father-in-law and father-in-law's mom.

[silverkitties]

Wow, May--I have not heard or smelled anything; I'm jealous! Whenever I see moths, I think of you. Incidentally, there's a horror movie titled "Mama." You might like it as it's really quite moving. There's a butterfly too. (That's all I'll say for now.)

 

Oh my God....I think I hear my mom...she's telling me

 

Get back to work!"  

[MayFGL]

You just crack me up, silverkitties. I can't stop laughing referring to your last sentence. Now, everyone is looking at me like I'm crazy or something.       

 

Thanks a bunch. I needed that laugh. I'll have to check out that movie. I haven't even watched the movies I said I was going to watch. When I start, something always comes up. I have to close it for later...and that 'later' never comes.

[silverkitties]

Me too--if I have a big backlog to read, I have an even bigger backlog to watch. I'm going to reward myself with that Singaporean horror flick and Haunting in Georgia, hopefully this weekend.

[Everly]

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[MayFGL]

That's so neat. I wonder if the moth is possibly your dad. It's really amazing to me how the afterlife works...like the reincarnations....the orbs. None of us will know till we get there ourselves. 

 

I'm telling you what you told me at the beginning of this thread in your post about feeling guilty. You told me, "You can't do that to yourself. You can't play God." Someone told me around the same time when I was feeling guilty, she said, "It was not your fault. Everyone on earth is here for a short period of time and when it's over, that's it. We don't make the call." She meant well and said it like it is but, for some reason that made me feel even worse.

 

I know what I said probably won't make a difference because I have to admit every now and then, I still feel guilty despite everyone here explaining to me. I'm not saying what everyone told me didn't work. It does work and I've been blessed to be here with all my "new friends". I guess it's just a feeling we can't control sometimes because it's someone that we're very close to.

 

[MissionBlue]

I know what you mean, May, that no matter what people tell me, I still feel guilty about my dad's death.  I wonder if he had too much sodium in his food that day.  I feel like I didn't play enough music for him that week, because my dad used to say that music was the elixir of life.  I regret playing a film he didn't enjoy on his last night at home.  Would he still be alive if we had watched a musical comedy instead of a morbid thriller?  It doesn't count that we watched three delightful films on the three previous nights. We had watched thrillers before, and enjoyed them, but this particular one wasn't that good.  I remember reading somewhere that we feel guilty because we want to think that we had the power to save our loved ones, when in reality, there probably wasn't anything we could do. The feeling of powerlessness is worse than guilt, so our minds settle for guilt. 

 

I personally think that most deaths are caused by the prescribed medications, which help prolong life but ultimately also cause death in the long run.  For example, diuretics help the heart but are hard on the kidneys.  My father was taking one blood pressure medication that is known to cause edema, but then he had to take another one to counteract that side effect.  The doctors felt it was more important to lower his BP than to worry about the side effects.  It took years to find the right combination of BP medications that he could tolerate.  They didn't figure it out until after he stayed six weeks in the hospital a couple of years ago.  My poor father suffered so much from side effects to medications.  A lot of medications are literally poison.  For example, the BP med lisinopril comes from the venom of the pit viper.  One of the worst side effects my dad suffered  was from hydrochlorothiazide -- he felt like he was freezing to death and he had no energy to do anything.  This happened years ago -- I'm glad he stopped taking it, even though the doctor refused to blame side effects.  Then there was the nausea from hydrocodone.  Thank God he improved his peripheral arterial disease with good diet where he didn't need pain killers anymore for the pain in his foot.  He had overcome a lot of problems, so I thought he had some years left, but his kidneys slowly got worse, and I do believe the powerful antibiotics he received at the end damaged them more.  I think they should not have prescribed them unless they knew which bacteria was causing the infection.  His sputum never cultured for anything so he either had a virus or it was just the CHF which they did not treat.  It also could have been the two pneumonia vaccines they gave him at the hospital, because he did not tolerate medications of any kind well at all.   

 

Even if we had done that magic thing that would have saved them or prevented their death, nobody knows how long it would have prolonged their life or if they might have suffered more in the long run. 

 

I realize that what I'm saying doesn't amount to a hill of beans, but it's interesting to theorize and explore why we feel the way we do. Even if errors were made, we have to forgive ourselves just as we forgive our parents for making mistakes with us.  Parents make mistakes, too.  A lot of them marry the wrong people, which can impact our lives enormously in a negative way, but we wouldn't be here if they hadn't.  Otherwise, we wouldn't have experienced the joy of loving our parents, or at least one of them. 

[silverkitties]

The problem is that so long as we are humans and endowed with any sort of conscience, we are always going to feel guilty--and we are always going to assume that there is something we could have done to make our loved ones live longer.

 

Not a day goes by without my telling myself, maybe if I hadn't ASS-umed that an oncologist with degrees from Columbia and Yale could find a better cure for my mother, I might have been much more proactive in finding a second opinion from a GI oncologist rather than settling with a hematologist--even though many who suffer from bile duct cancer are sent to hematologists.  But heck, my parents had always emphasized that degrees from the right schools were everything. Then maybe, just maybe, such a specialist, regardless of schooling, might have provided a treatment more effective at combating bile duct cancer: perhaps trying a combination of cisplatin and gemzar, rather than plain gemzar. Maybe, just maybe too, he--or she--would have discontinued the Lovenox that was causing incontinence problems in my mom and possibly anemia.

 

But then I recall too that my mom felt so comfortable with the hematologist. He was very gentle and reassuring, she gushed after the first meeting. She liked the nurses at the chemo center too. In fact, these were two additional reasons why I didn't go for a second opinion. What would have happened if I had brought her to someone she didn't like as much? Not to mention that just as she was recovering a bit from her stay in the hospital that June, she fell downstairs after she lost her temper. (My mom has always been stubborn and prone to anger: and the stroke certainly did not help things.) I also wonder why I didn't request a second opinion right after her hospital stay in July, but then remember that not long afterwards--when we thought her leg had finally healed--she started having severe stomach pains and feeling more tired. We kept thinking maybe it was just better for her to relax. After all, she kept saying she was improving, right?

 

The fact is that there are so many "what ifs," "maybes" and "buts," some of which are in our control, others of which are not. Yes, i'd like to rewrite the script. But who's to say that we would be better off?

[MayFGL]

I feel the same way about the medications, MissionBlue. Some meds are good for one thing but bad for another. Your poor dad went through so much pain and suffering.  

 

I had a scare but it's not half as bad as what you father went through. After my second stroke, I went for a follow-up blood test. When my results came in, my doctor called and told me to get an MRI immediately because the blood test results show some numbers to be very high...not within range. They found a tiny cyst smaller than a size of a bean was growing on my kidney. On the day of my surgery, they gave me a shot of hydralazine which is to lower my blood pressure. A few minutes later, I had a hard time time breathing. I was gasping for air and crying. I was so scared. My sister told the nurse but didn't do anything immediately. She was trying to reach the doctor or somebody.

 

I was taking several HBP medication. One of them was monopril. It worked like magic for the first few months. Monopril is the main ingredient for hair growth. I was thrilled because I was growing thick black hair. My eyelashes were long that looked fake. I was in heaven....but, there is the down side of it. I was growing hair everywhere....my legs, arms, face...I can't even remember if I grew any on my body. I was turning to a monkey. LOL I thought that I could deal with that. All I use was Nair. I loved my hair on my head. Nothing else mattered. Then, as time passed, I started to have shortness of breath. I went for a scan and they found that there was water around my heart. The doctor took me off monopril. Slowly, my new hair started to disappear. I enjoyed my new hair while it lasted. (

 

I totally agree with you 100% on you last paragraph. I couldn't have said it any better.

[MayFGL]

Exactly, silverkitties. I was in the yard this pulling weeds this evening. There were so many hungry mosquitoes I decided to put on a long sleeve shirt. I went inside to grab mom's long sleeve shirt. As I was on the ground pulling weed, I cried just thinking about mom.

 

I was thinking about the "what ifs". The more I thought about it the more I cried. What if I wasn't home when mom had the stroke? What if my sister in law was at home with her? My youngest sister-in-law is a strange person. She's a loner. She doesn't talk to us just her immediate family....my brother and her two kids. She disrespected mom. Mom took care of her when she came to the states. She was sick and mom payed the doctor's bills. She was pregnant and mom payed for everything. Whatever she wanted mom payed for it. Mom was very giving. In return, she treated her like crap. What if my sister-in-law was taking care of mom and mom had the stroke in the living room while watching TV and she didn't bother to check on mom because she stayed in her room like she always does? She doesn't even know how to call 911 or even speak Enlgish.

 

My mom was also stubborn and prone to anger. She was like a kid that throws tantrums. Well, they say when they old they're like little kids. Is that the way I'm going to be when I grow old?!  

[silverkitties]

May, see, it was fortunate that you were taking care of your mom--not your sister-in-law. Sometimes, things do work out for the better, even if the end result is not one you would hope for (e.g., her death). You took good care of your mom just like she took good care of you when you had your stroke. It's like another special bond between the two of you.

 

I think one of the biggest problems in medicine are the contracts between doctors, insurers, and drug companies. Do you think the doc is going to give a flying phuck about you when he has a lucrative arrangement? Unless you're a celebrity or bloody rich and liable to sue, they don't really care.

 

That's right. When docs make fun of patients--just as we saw in that article--they are going to care even less about whether the med is going to be compatible with the patient or not. As long as Dr. Dipschitt is raking in the $$$ so he can take wifey on a vacation and buy her those $1000 shoes she's always wanted, who cares?

 

I pray for an incurable, painful disease on them and their loved ones. See what it feels like, you MD--that is, Mentally Deficient, craptologist phucks. I know that sounds so mean but I don't care. They helped kill my mom and I hope karma bites them good. They deserve it: nothing more, nothing less. They deserve it for ignoring our concerns. They deserve it for milking us for profits.

[MayFGL]

You're absolutely right, silverkitties. I'm glad I was home when it happened. I think we will keep thinking about the events that lead to our moms death hundred of times in our head and not knowing the answers.

 

I was talking to my sister's mother-in-law about mom's death. I asked her about what she thought about the afterlife. To be honest with you, I didn't know what she said or what she meant. She was explaining it to me and it went in one ear and out the other. I didn't want to be rude and asked her again after all that explaining. She is a very religious and she can go on and on. She's a very sweet lady. I asked my sister what she meant. She didn't know. After all this talk about afterlife and the orbs. I had a dream last night.

 

I was dreaming that I was able to see mom. I was sleeping and woke up and there were orbs in front of me. The orbs had mom's face. I wasn't able to say anything because the orbs flew by fast. It was a weird dream.  

[MissionBlue]

May, I'm sorry you had such a bad reaction to hydralazine.  That was one of the medications my dad was taking!   I noticed that after my dad started taking his blood pressure meds regularly, he developed arrythmia which never went away.   Arrythmia is one of the side effects associated with certain BP meds, but the doctor always dismissed any of my dad's complaints about side effects.  They pushed blood thinners on my dad, trying to scare him that if he didn't take them he would have a stroke.  But the side effects were bad, such as coughing up blood after taking Xarelto, and the doctor would not blame the Xarelto, instead he wanted my dad to have a high contrast CT scan to see if he had a mass in his lungs.  When I was trying to schedule the high contrast scan the tech told me he better have a very good reason for it, because they're risky.  That's when my dad decided not to have the high contrast scan and he stopped the Xarelto on his own.  The coughing up blood stopped as soon as he stopped the Xarelto.  This was two or three years ago.

 

Silverkitties, I also regret not taking my dad for a second opinion about his CHF.  Maybe I could have found someone who would have been willing to try aquapheresis, a light form of dialysis which doesn't need to be administered as often as conventional dialysis.  Some of the doctors at the hospital where my dad was at, didn't even know what aquapheresis is.  In retrospect, there's no guarantee it would have worked and it might have created other problems.  If aquapheresis is so wonderful, then every hospital would use it, right?  But then maybe patients wouldn't die fast enough to suit them.  It's hard to tell. 

[MayFGL]

OMG, MissionBlue, is it scary or what? The doctors never heard of the procedure aquapheresis. I wonder was it somethings new that the doctors didn't even know.

 

I forgot to mention about a possible sign from my mom. I dismissed it because I forgot about that incident and at that time I thought it was just my imagination. About a month or so ago after my mom passed, I was sitting on the grass pulling weed. I thought that our two small dogs were outside with me. I felt as if one of the dogs were sniffing me. I felt as if his nose lightly touched my lower back. Then, I said, "What do you want Rufie?" A minute later I turned around and he wasn't near me. I called out to both dogs and they weren't outside but inside the house.

 

The dogs were outside but my brother opened the door for them to go indoors. My sister says that it was probably the wind. I don't think so. I know the difference. What do you all think?

[MayFGL]

Here's are a few story about after loved ones passed and their signs. Yesterday, I went walking with a neighborhood friend, Linda. She asked me how I was doing and we talked. The topic about the after life came up. She proceeded to tell me some stories.

 

Her sister-in-law died and she was the type who always give a thumbs up in approval. One day, Linda walked into her nieces' room. She was covered all the way up to her head with her hand out with a thumbs up sign. Linda asked her what was she doing. She said that her mom was scaring her. Her mom told her to give her a sign that she was okay.

 

Another time, her niece and her dad were getting ready to go to a high school football game. She had a hearing problem and had hearing aides. Her dad didn't want her to take it to the game because fearing she might lose it because they were so expensive. So, her father put them on for her. After the game, she noticed she didn't have the hearing aides anymore. She lost them. They back tracked through the stadium and couldn't find it. The father thought that it couldn't be at the house because he put them on for her. When they got home they looked everywhere in the house. They found it. It was under her bed. But, how could it be underneath her bed when they put it on and then headed out the door. Her mom was protecting them. Her mom didn't want her to lose it.  

 

Linda's brother has a daughter who has down syndrome. The school bus picks her up and drops her off at home. The school bus driver noticed that she always seem to be talking to someone beside her but, there is no one. The bus driver told her parents about it. So, one day, her father asked her how was school and told her that the bus driver said you've been talking to "somebody" on the bus. She said yes, that she's talking to mom and that she's an angel.

 

Linda's father died 5 years ago. He was the kind that took care of his house. He make sure everything is running smoothly and whatever needed to be done, he took care of it right away. One day, she she went to go visit her mom. She had a light bulb or light switch (I forgot which part of the house) that hadn't been working. Linda asked her mom who came to fix the lights. She said, 'no one did.' The lights were fixed. She called her brothers to see if they might've fixed the lights. They said, "No."

 

One day, Linda's sister went to go visit mom. She had a long driveway where there was a shed in the back of the house. As she was driving up, she saw her dad looking at her from the shed. She quickly turned on the car's headlights and he was gone. The sister confronted Linda about the incident. She said that it may sound crazy but God is her witness that she saw dad.

 

Linda's grandfather died years ago. They went to the cemetary to visit. While standing in front of the grave, she felt someone in back of her. She had chills and began to cry. Her son asked her what was wrong and she said that she could feel grandpa around her. They told grandpa that they were so thankful for everything that he had done for them. And ever since they don't feel him anymore.

 

Wow, all these stories that she was telling me we very touching yet chilling. It's different when you actually hear it from someone in front of you. Very interesting!

 

[MayFGL]

They say that our loved ones like to place objects in our paths which is another sign. They leave things such as coins. Recently, I went for my daily walk in my neighborhood. I found 5 pennies all in different locations in two days--3 pennies on the first day and 2 on the next day.

 

A few days ago, after my shower, I noticed there were ants on the edge of the slip-resistant carpet in the bathroom. The carpet is about 47" long. I slowly pulled the carpet half way towards me and there in the center was a penny underneath the carpet. How did it get there?! I'm the only one that uses the bathroom and I recently cleaned the bathroom floor. Hmmm!!

 

These are the two latest signs, I guess, from my mom. I hope to have more.

[silverkitties]

MSN, last night, I found a blank sheet of paper in front of my mom's door when I opened it to let one of the cats out. I honestly cannot remember seeing the paper there when I went to bed. Was it a paper that slipped out? It's a possibility since there is a lot of paper in that room. But I really do not recall having seen one anywhere near the door.

[espresso_dreams]

My mother's tv gained features that aren't possible for it... One channel is Spanish during the day, and narrated at night when it's time for me to go to bed (I sleep in her room because it makes me feel closer to her), others are in Spanish part of the day, but not at night, certain shows don't have sound, one show in particular has all the sound effects, but no dialogue, no voices...

A few nights after she passed away, my sister and I were sitting on the front porch crying together when we suddenly heard a frog. This was in late November, much too cold for frogs. I think it was about 30F or so... One day, I opened her computer while I was crying and a video of her started playing by itself. Another day, shortly after she passed, a music box nobody can find started playing by itself. My best friend was there to witness it. It'd been happening for a few days. My mother is very much still present, somehow...

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[MayFGL]

Espresso, your mom is definitely around. She's there to protect you. I hope you will receive many more signs from your mom. It feels good to know that she's communicating with you. Thanks for sharing.

[Fragrantcloud]

Hi all. Yesterday I got what I think is the first sign from my mum. Its three and a half weeks now. When I turned 17 my mum got me a limited edition fairy on a glass ball, and a few months later my then maid broke thw fairy and I was really pissed so was my mum but she kept the wing for me near the fairy and when she passed people were in our home moving stuff and they swept it away and when my sister mentioned it I was upset but just said we'll look for it and this wing is tiny think 2cm so yesterday while I was walking back into the house I just decided to turn the tap on so I could water my mums roses and I looked down and there at my feet was my tiny little wing. My mum gave me the wing back. I felt so happy and maybe its crazy but its so small and its impossible for it so have been there the whole time with all those people treading there the whole week after she passed. It would have broken the minute someone stood there but yesterday I just saw it right there like she gave it to me. It put me in a better mood the whole day. I know it sounds crazy but I believe it was my Mummy.

Kirsten

[MayFGL]

Hi Kirsten, of course it's you mom. I'm so happy for you that your mom is there to help and protect you. I used to didn't believe in the after life until mom communicated with me. I was the one who started this thread. 

 

The signs that I experienced--hearing mom's voice call me, the smell of mom's mentholated oil, feeling that slight touch, the leopard moths that were in our yard for a week and finding pennies in my path. I didn't know that these were signs until I researched it. I thought that it was just my imagination.

 

The last experience I had from mom was when she found my missing earring. I just posted the incident on August 2. You can go back and read the incident.

 

Kirsten, I hope that you will experience more signs. Thanks for sharing. 

[Fragrantcloud]

Hi MSN I just saw this response. I was and am happy and speaking of a slight touch I think that what I mentioned might have been the second.

When my dad sister and I went for the cremation that was done four days after mum left we were driving and it was after the service and I was tired and sad and just depressed you can imagine it had been three and a half days. The windows in the car were all closed because it was a cold night and I have a side bang (my hair) and I put my head down on my sister and I closed my eyes and I felt my hair was moved....it would have been impossible no wind windows are closed and my hair is over my eye. It was my mum wasn't it? :( she was with me.

I wish I have been hearing her voice! That must be something you love to hear, and yes I read your ear ring incident that's beautiful it's almost the same as my wing isn't it?

I hope it's okay I share a recent sign I got. The other day I was particularly sad and angry (sad and depressed because I miss my mum so much) and angry because I posted a picture of my arm to Instagram because I was proud of myself that after silverkitties eve and worstdaughter said I should try not to cut I did well and didn't -- and a follower basically attacked me saying I'm attention seeking with grieving for my mum and how I am such a disappointment and all horrible things and so a few hours later I was really down and said mummy please tell me you're here and I was watching the sitcom Big Bang Theory - so I picked up my iPod and was typing "hearing" and it autocorrected to "Raj" it's silly right but the next scene was with the character Raj --- and we'd watched that episode tougher and Raj was mums favorite character.

Do you think it was a sign or just me wishful thinking?

I hope you got more signs from your mum!

Kirsten

[silverkitties]

Fragrantcloud, I always say never say never....we just don't know. Although I teach college-level literature courses on supernatural fiction--ghosts, vampires, and the like--I personally don't believe in the supernatural. (As long as I'm not in an old, dark mansion by myself!)

 

Yet sometimes I wonder: are the strange incidents I've encountered since my mom's death manifestations of her return--or just coincidences?

 

I have mentioned some of the following in an earlier thread but thought I'd mention them again since it's been a while (and since i'm going to go nuts from reading for the past few hours..,)

 

Years ago, the night after my first cat died--the first experience I ever had with death--a music box that was a birthday present from a friend started playing by itself in the middle of the night. The tune was Edelweiss, one of my favorite songs from my favorite childhood movie, The Sound of Music. It's kind of a melancholy song--for me, anyway--and it seemed so fitting. I really wish my fur blossom would bloom and grow fur-ever too. 

 

As for last year, the dates of my mom's illness, death, and memorial service were interestingly significant. In Chinese, the number 4 is associated with death because they're homonyms (like four and fore). She had her first stroke on April 24, 2014: 04/24/2014.  She died on October 4, 2014: 10/04/2014. This year, it coincided with Yom Kippur, which is a day of atonement for Jews.  The date we chose for her memorial service happened to be her Catholic feast day--as well as the 49th day after her death, the day that the dead are supposed to assume a new life according to Buddhists. 

 

Several curious things have also happened since her death. On the first day that I was discussing w/ my dad the pics for my mom's memorial service, there were two outages lasting a few seconds. And several months later, towards the end of her birthday, there was a brief power outage. Both my dad and I noticed them: we asked each other almost simultaneously, "did you see that"--yet without mentioning my mom.

 

Now, it could be that these were all neighborhood-wide incidents: I have no idea. Since they were so brief anyway, unless I was looking outside, I would not know.

 

The most bizarre incident was with a nightlight in the hallway. I remember going out to shovel snow one afternoon and feeling so depressed because I couldn't help recalling that the last time I had shoveled, mom was still around: I had always enjoyed this errand, not only as good exercise but also because it meant she would almost always have hot chocolate or something prepared for me--during which we would have a chat. Anyway, I cried so hard while shoveling, thinking I really wish mom were here! I need her! (Thank God our yard is big and private enough. ) When I got back after 2 hours, I found the nightlight on! It hadn't been turned on since my mom was alive. There was no way the cats could have turned it on since the switch is very hard. When I asked my dad, he said he hadn't even gone downstairs.

 

It is possible that some leakage from the roof may have affected the wiring.   

 

Finally, although I don't know for sure because I've been so stressed, the door chime went off by itself during our Hungry Ghost week: what I can't remember is the particular day on which it actually occurred.

 

As I've said, I've never really been one to believe in the supernatural. But there is a part of me that is wishing that all of these manifestations were caused by mom, telling me I'm still watching over you. Who knows?  

[MayFGL]

Fragrantcloud and Silverkitties, never underestimate the power of mom. I find your stories very interesting. I believe it's mom's doing. I never did believe in this sort of things...I am now. The iPod, music box, nightlight, door chime and power outages are unexplainable. 

 

I have a few stories...but, not about mom. My brother-in-law Bill has a relative that went back to China's village to visit during the summer. He went to visit the village's alter of the ancestors. Every village has a big alter. The alter needed maintenance because there were major cracks. The relative left the album of pictures the whole trip with my sister to view and was to pick it up another day because he didn't have time to chat. When the relative came to visit they were discussing about the alter. They said that they have to donate money back home and to fix it. My sister took out the photos and remember seeing one with a huge crack down the middle of the alter. When she looked back at the photo, their was a "white out" line that blocked the crack. How do you explain that?

 

Did you know that chimes are believed to attract spirits. When mom passed, my eldest brother saw a small hanging chime in the drawers. He said for us to get rid of it and not to ever hang it because it attracts spirits. That is what the Chinese believe. I never knew this until the last time I went to the cemetary to visit mom, I noticed two huge chimes hanging high on the trees.

 

If I have more stories, I'll pass it on to you. Can't think of any.

 

[MayFGL]

I'm missing mom so much. I've been having such a bad couple of days just crying. I just wish I get signs from my mom again. The last sign was maybe a couple of months ago. On my way to the grocery store, I like to feel my ears to make sure my earrings are attached. One side was missing and I thought, "Oh crap!". The only way it could've come off when I took off my shirt over my head. When I went home, I looked in the bedroom floor and bed...nothing.

 

I thought that it'll pop up somewhere. Three days passed....nothing. I stood by the dresser table where I have a picture of mom. I looked at mom's picture and told her that I had lost my earring and I wished you could help me find it. Still standing there I looked up on the dresser shelf and there was my other earring. I held my breath for a second. I asked everybody in the house if they happened to pick up the missing earring and no one did. The only way it could've gotten there was MY MOM. I cried and I thanked mom.

 

I know I wasn't hallucinating. The same thing happened to my sister. It was just her and her husband living in the house. She lost her diamond earrings that belonged to her belated mother-in-law. She looked high and low, but, could't find it. She uses the computer everyday when she comes home from work. She even searched near the computer. One day, she came home and showered and ready to use the computer. When she sat down, the diamond earring was on keyboard. She thinks it's her mother-in-law who did that. Another time was she lost it again and found it right by the recliner when when she was looking for it. Her husband even vacuumed and didn't see it where she found it.

 

I wished mom "talked" to me and gave me more signs of communication.  

 

 

[Everly]

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[Lisa k]

MSN, I feel for you,I wish I could get a sign from my mum that she's around too.Some days just feel too much to bear.

Going back a good few years now , my mum and I used to watch a show called ProvidentsI think,not to sure now with Amy someome.Anyway her mother was dead,but she could see and talk to her all the time. I remember when my mum got her devastating diagnoses, I asked her if she could find a way to be like the mother on that show,always looking over my shoulder and annoying me.

She said if she could find a way she would. I cling to that conversatoin now and wish with all my heart it was possible.I try and feel her around but can't.I look for sign that she's with me, but i feel nothing.It's almost a desperation just to be able to feel her.I know it's only been a few months for me, but it honestly feels like it's been years and some days the urge to join her is so strong, I start thinking of ways to make that happen.Just wish I had the guts to do it.

I'm truly thankful though to all of you here even though none of us have met.

[Everly]

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[silverkitties]

LOL, this place is hopping! I have not really received any signs since my mom's b-day--that is, if it was a sign. Close to midnight when her b-day was passing, there was a brief power outage. My dad noticed it too.

 

But after that...nothing. Not even my b-day which I celebrate on July 13th-14th:( I was hoping for one.  (It was probably my crappiest bday ever...sucks when the one who gave birth to you is no longer around....) There was nothing on the one-year anniversary of her passing either.

 

Buddhist lore says that they are reborn after one year...is that why she didn't appear? I'd love to see those "signs" which I saw between November and February.

[MayFGL]

Thank you Lisa, Eve, Silver. I hope we each see signs from our moms. Funny thing is that I'm the only one (out of all 6 siblings) who gets signs. I heard mom's voice call my name very clearly as I walked out my room. I felt her slightly touch my lower back. There were 6 leopard moths by the front door entrance that stayed in the same spot for a week. I found 6 pennies (in different locations) in my path during my walks in two days. I found a penny underneath in the center of the bathroom rug when I'm the only one who uses that bathroom and recently cleaned the floor. How did it get there?! I smelled moms mentholated oils on several occasions. 

 

Eve, wow, that is some story. Your Aunt finally has a set of cushions. That sure was a sign from your mom. 

 

Silver, power outage is probably a sign. Didn't you once mentioned about your cats acting strange? Dogs and cats can see things that humans can't. Just like my niece's dog that growl towards the alter room at 3 AM a few times.

 

Lisa, I hope you do find a sign. You're still new and happened not too long ago.

 

I never was a believer of spirits, but, I am now. I read and researched on the topic.This occurred (I think) the first 3-4 months. Maybe I'm asking for too much. Maybe mom is having the time of her life with her friends playing Mahjong...her favorite game.

[silverkitties]

Well, you see, MSN, that power outage was on my mom's birthday: there's been nothing since. So all of the strange stuff I mentioned happened before her birthday--the cats, the outages, took place before then.

 

But wow, Eve's experience with the cushions is amazing--this happening after her death. Now, it could be that they have the same tastes, but that is truly bizarre! 

 

On the other hand, I don';t view dreams as visitations of the deceased.  I figure it's because we spend so much time thinking about them that they're bound to reappear in our dreams. I had a few in the weeks after mom's death, but not nearly as many as several months after. What was also interesting during this period was that I had little difficulty falling asleep; this might have been the fact that I was SO tired from the caretaking...and perhaps there was a sense of relief that mom was no longer suffering?

[MayFGL]

Silverkitties, you have a  point about dreams. I never really thought of dreams was a form of communication. I was the same like you, I didn't have trouble falling asleep after mom's death either. Just thinking that it's all over and mom isn't suffering anymore.

 

Like you, I was overwhelmed. From Feb 23 - Mar 13 was very exhausting. I'd stay with mom from beginning to end. I would go home from the hospital and hospice for dinner and take a shower. After dinner, I'd headed back to hospital/hospice. I wouldn't sleep at night and I couldn't. I'd stay up while my brother and sister slept. When I went home for lunch or dinner, I try to catch some sleep, but, it was damn hard to at times because all i was thinking about was mom...that's all that mattered.

 

I realize after the fact that I didn't eat. I didn't even realize that i was losing weight with sunken cheeks. All I had to eat most days was maybe 6 pieces of Ritz crackers, few pieces of Cheetos and decaf coffee. Yep, decaf.  Most days I was very tired and able to stay up without caffeine. Wow!

 

So, like you mentioned, Silverkitties, there was a sense of relief. No more pain for mom. No more stress. I totally agree with everything you said on the last paragraph.

[silverkitties]

Well, MSN, I still ate. It was the only way for me to keep sane, the one pleasure I still had. But it felt so bitter to go to the same cafeteria and restaurant that I frequented on more hopeful days. Walking through the hallways reminded me of all the better times.

 

When we left that hospital on the day she died, I felt as if the entire place was foreign. Right now, I still can't bear the thought of going to the hospital...so many sweet and sad memories intermingled...that week in April when we thought she was improving is juxtaposed against the last week in September.  

 

Interestingly, I have not dreamt of the hospital. But I had a bizarre one where my mom was in a cathedral getting her cancer diagnosis. I guess this had to do w/ the fact that our hospital was Catholic, where you occasionally did see a few priests and nuns.

[Dr. Saima Eman CPsychol]

I often smell my mom in her jewellery (perfume) or just a passing by smell while sitting in my living room. It is so pure smell, usually only hers. It is a very strange experience. Does the soul communicate warmth and support or just needs to connect, or I am imagining thinks suddenly? I do not know!

Any thoughts?

Saima