Dreams and keeping an open mind
My FIL recently passed, I was the one to find him at Rose Arbor, he passed about 5 minutes before I got there. I know he's at peace and in heaven but not being at his side, well I just was dwelling on that...him dying alone.
Early this morning I rolled over, was cuddling in my sleep with my hubby. I was talking to someone he said (it was his dad I was talking to) it was so real. Dad said he's happy and was glad the family was getting together tomorrow, a reunion of sorts cuz Aunt Elwena is still here but leaving Monday for Iowa.
My hubby calls me the "ghost *****" very lovingly...but I do find peace being at my family or friend's side when they pass. It's easy on me. A gift of sorts. Not everyone can do this.
I also volunteer my time on the "No one dies alone" program here where I work. The name just says what it's all about! Very full-filling.
May you all have a blessed day. It's a happy day for me!
Yes, it's a gift and I do cheri****
This gift in the long run has helped me and as I grow older and more "Spiritual" instead of religious my life has changed for the better. More open, more "freeing".
You know what??? I love getting older! Older people ROCK!!
You're to be commended for the job you volunteer to do. What a wonderful program. I've never heard of anything like that before, but what a great concept.
Hugs to you and enjoy your day tomorrow.
Jan
My Dad died in 1981 and I still have talks with him regularly. He's not as silent as he used to be about my business! LOL! But I can always count on him to keep me on the straight....he always was my guide. We have a rocker that we bought the same week we got married, my Dad loved that rocker. Frequently as I walk through the house that rocker is just rocking away...Daddy's visiting again! It's very reassuring to me.
People call me crazy when I say this, but for weeks after my cat Cinnamon died, I saw shadows along the wall that looked like a black cat. I think Cinnamon was coming back to say he was OK, he was free from pain and he loved me. I had a really strong bond with him (I know, non-pet people will say cats don't have souls, but we all know pets do!) And every now and then, when I'm really troubled, I have dreams about my father, where he tries to help me.
I wish I could feel my friend Margie's presence, but there's nothing. Maybe that's why I'm so depressed. She died so far from me and I never got to say goodbye.
Hi Eileen,
I too love pets and they always will be part of my life. Can't imagine life without pets!
Maybe one day you will feel your friend Margie's presence, it could happen anytime.
When my Josie died, a sweet little Chihuahua that I also used in the hospital and nursing homes as a pet therapy dog when I volunteer; I knew she was dead, freak accident, a sweet lab I was puppy sitting, they bumped heads and Josie instantly died, the other pup bumped her on her "soft spot". Thank God my friend who is also a Margie and who is a resp. therapist just said hold her and talk to her, she's not dead. I knew she was but I kept talking to my Josie. We took her to the vets and of course Josie was all ready in heaven (yep, I believe pets are also go to heaven).
Well...the wonderful part of all this is; when they brought Josie back to me to hold, I felt my mom's presence. I felt a warm feeling and arms around me and I knew it was mom. I know mom is taking care of Josie until we are all together again. Josie was very special indeed. She got me through my awful divorce and was such a happy little bugger! This 4 pd. doggie would jump into any ones arms and give ya a doggie kiss.
I had met my FIL one time before he passed. I could feel him here with me and when that was reaffirmed by someone who also had the gift I knew that I was right. It was shortly after the affirmation Robert left but every once in a while I know when he is here with us.
My Mom was on her deathbed when I got to the nursing home. I stayed with her and talked to her telling her that she was a good mom and I wouldn't have wanted anyone else to be my mom. I told her that I would miss her terribly but it was time for her to go to Dad now since he had waited for 33 years for her to be at his side again. While she was passing her passing wasn't as peaceful looking as those that I had been with before. I was upset and I know Mom could hear the upset in my voice when I talked to the nurse. Now mind you...Mom was dependent on a hearing aid..she had no hearing in her one ear and 7% in the other. She didn't have her hearing aid on at the time of her passing. Shortly after the upset was in my voice I left the room for a a couple of minutes and the director of nursing came and put her arm around me and told me that Mom had passed. I said that I wasn't with her and she told me just what I knew..sometimes they pass when they are alone to save the family the upset. My cousin passed away about a week and half before Mom did and they spoke to each other during the time in preparation of passing. Mom would speak of Gloria and Gloria spoke to Mom and they were on the same level...closer to heaven than to earth..which is the only way that I could describe it. I know that my Dad did that..I was 15 when he passed at home with a heart attack. I firmly believe that sometimes our parents wait for us to be not with them when they pass to help us through it. It is so different when our parents pass than when someone else does...they are so special and hold a spot in our hearts that others can't and don't.
I think that when you were letting him know that it was alright for him to go he knew that you were going to be alright. So..take the pressure off yourself and know that things work out the way that God wants it to. And I totally agree that growing old and more wiser is so great..I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. I am at so much peace with things around me...and nothing beats that for anything. I feel also that the more spiritual a person is the more we are open to some of the more important things that goes on between spirits and souls.




