Oh, these are all such nice stories. Thank you all very much! I can't at the moment think of anything like this that has happened to me, yet anyway..
It's like the Rainbow Bridge.. I HOPE, I WANT so much to believe that things like this are real.
Oh, these are all such nice stories. Thank you all very much! I can't at the moment think of anything like this that has happened to me, yet anyway..
It's like the Rainbow Bridge.. I HOPE, I WANT so much to believe that things like this are real.
I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?"
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.
-- Terry Pratchett (1948—2015), Sourcery
Several years ago I had a very close friend who was in the hospital with a brain abcess, Rick's condition was critical and he was in a coma. One night I had a dream where Rick came over and said he was going away for awhile and not to worry then he left. When I looked out the window, Rick was gone but his brother Ray waved as he went by on a bike. Ray had been killed in an industrial accident a few years before. The next morning Mike (who was about 10) told me he had a dream: he was playing in the field next to our place and Rick came by. They sat and talked for a bit then Rick told Mike he was going away but everything would be fine. Later that morning his sister called to tell me that Rick died during the night. As it turned out, his sister-in-law had the same dream as we did the same night.
Could that have been Rick's way of saying goodbye?
FIND A PURPOSE IN LIFE.....BE A BAD EXAMPLE
Wow! Just wow. Major goosebumps here. Sounds like exactly what my grandfather did, except he did pass away the night after he visited me. He was just smiling at me, adjusting his tie, and he was getting ready to see his love of his life again and just typing this makes me teary eyed. I was very close with them. The next day, which was the wake, and I looked at his suit and tie, and I realized, he had the exact same thing on when he visited me..
You're the one sure thing I've found so you better stick around...Best Fireman in da House´10
dedicated to the kindest,loveliest and always helpful man that one would be honored and proud to know........R.I.P. Dear Phred
And not only from the dead .......from the living to.
I had a great aunt, Gertie, who lived some 10 miles away from my Aunty Betty. Gertie was about 95 years old at the time, and lived alone. My Aunty Betty and her husband used to drive to Gertie's house every Saturday morning to clean her house and do her grocery shopping for her. It was almost a weekly ritual, and never during midweek as both my Aunt and her husband worked.
One midweek night, my Aunty Betty was awakened by a sound, and saw an apparition old Gertie standing at the bottom of her bed....she said to my Aunty "Betty, please help me". This was like 2am in the middle of the night.
My Aunty got out of bed, and with her husband drove over to Gertie's house, where they found her laying at the bottom of the stairs with a broken hip. She had been there for two days.
They got her to hospital, but she never lived long after that.
"I'm Back !!"
Chills!
Nobody, but NOBODY, will ever convince me these things don't happen.
I may have mentioned this....On July 2, 2003, I saw my dad and Cody in a dream. Dad was smiling and waving, and Cody, sat by his side, all smiles and tail waggy.
I woke my mom up and told her that it was a sign that it was OK for me to get another dog. In late morning of July 2, Mz Logan came into my life. Even mom agreed that it was a sign that it was time. I can still remember it so vividly!
I've been Boooo'd!
Years ago now, when my niece was very young and had just started walking and talking she used to go around the house saying "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby."
We could never figure out who she meant.
My stepmother lived in Las Vegas and became ill and had to go to the hospital. My brother and his wife flew to Las Vegas with my niece and stayed at my stepmother's home.
When my niece walked into the kitchen she walked right up to the refrigerator and pointed to a picture that was on it and turned to my brother and said "Bobby."
The picture was of my Dad - my niece's grandfather and his name was John Robert - but everyone called him Bob.
My brother about fainted and called me right away to share such a special moment. It really makes you wonder doesn't it? But my niece was just
too young to ask her questions about why she knew that was Bobby.
My Dad (her grandfather) passed away in 1988.
My niece wasn't born until 1994.
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