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March 7, 2011
I did have a sign from Tommy. He came to me and told me he was alright. I was not sure I was dreaming or not, but when I opened my eyes it had only been 10 minutes since I went to bed. I layed in bed praying... I was praying for that sign like you are wanting. I prayed to Jesus, God, and then all of the family and friends who I knew had passed on, asking each one of them to get word to Tommy to let me know he was OK... Strangely, I could see each of their faces so clearly... as if they were in the room with me as I prayed...when I am fully awake in the day, they are foggy and it is hard to remember them clearly.
Well... I saw them all in my mind and begged and suddenly Tommy was there... I screamed and cried and reached for his hand... he put his cheek on my forehead and held tightly to my hand... I screamed for David to wake up and see Tommy... "David! Tommy is here... David!"
He heard me screaming... Tommy said, "I have to go mom..." and I asked him
if he was OK and he said, "I'm OK, Mama." He had a sad look on his face like he knew I was hurting, then he was gone... I opened my eyes as looked at the clock....like I said, it was only 10 minutes... I know I was
not asleep... somewhere in between. I had a heightened sense of
awareness for about 10 minutes afterwards and my heart was pounding
really hard. That is my experience...
- Shannon, Oklahoma City
March 7, 2011
Two days after Candace Rae Watson passed, she came to me. I was sitting outside, I felt her standing behind me, and she rubbed my arms up and down as if to comfort me. On Valentine's Day she, again, was behind me, and she touched my left shoulder. I love and miss my just-turned-30-year-old baby so much! I can't wait to be with her again!
- Melinda, Pahrump, NV
March 6, 2011
The most recent "sign" (and we have had many since we lost Donny) came on 12/25/09.
My husband was due for a serious back surgery and we were awaiting a specific date from the doctor. When he called with a date, it turned out to be Donny's birthday, March 4.
We felt that was a good sign and we believed Donny would be watching over his Dad during this surgery. The night before the surgery our family gathered to be together and share some time visitng. Donny's oldest daughter (age 18) was out to dinner with her boyfriend, when they paid for the meail they were given back change, and they were getting the tip counted out when Chelsey noticed writing on the corner of one of the dollars. On the corner was the name "DON" . She was elated with this discovery.
She could not wait to bring the dollar to our home and share what happened. She wanted Pop (her grandfather) to keep the dollar for good luck on his surgery date. How special is that for us to receive just before his surgery?
- Susan, California
March 4, 2011
On January 5, 2011, I lost my 4 yr old daughter in a bus accident. But my story starts before that day.
My daughter loved playing in the cemetary by our house. She knew which ones were the children because of the lambs on the tombstones. She would go stone to stone making up names, ages and how they passed. The weekend before she died we went for a walk, as usual, and ended up at the cemetary. My four year old daughter then asked me, "When I die tomorrow, will you put flowers on my grave?" Now those words haunt me. That somehow she knew and was preparing me for what was to come.
Her sister Katie has dreams often of Patience. She comes to her to let her know that she is happy and playing and that she misses and love everyone.
I do feel her. In a song or an open cabinet door. I know she is around me, always.
- Stacey, Naples, TX
February 21, 2011
On November 7, 2010 my husband and our three children were in a rollover. We were heading back from Midland. We had taken the kids to go meet their grandpa for the first time.
I lost control of the car and we spun and flipped three times. When the car stopped my husband and I both looked back to two empty car seats. Our three month old son and three year old son had been ejected from the vehicle. My daughter was still sleeping, luckily. We climbed out of our windows and as if my babies were guiding me I ran straight to them while my husband looked around unable to see anything. It was 3 in the morning and pitch black outside. I held our three-year-old son's lifeless body in my arms until the ambulance arrived. Meanwhile, my husband held our three-month-old baby boy in his arms on the way to the hospital where he passed after a few minutes of CPR. Our daughter? Not one scratch or bruise or anything.
That was on a Sunday, early morning. That night as I slept, I had a dream I was walking in what seemed like a forrest, with an opening in the middle where the sunlight came through. I saw my babies sitting down playing with daisies and... it just felt so peaceful there. I called out to Eric, our three-year-old and he turned and ran to me saying, "Mommy". I dropped to my knees and held his face and kept telling him how sorry I was. He told me, "It's okay mommy, look at brother he's laughing" and our baby CJ was there just laughing and playing with his brother. When I woke up the next morning my mother-in-law, a very spiritual person, told me I was talking in my sleep. My husband said, "Yeah I know, it sounded like she was putting a spell on me or something. It was creepy cuz it was like you were whispering it in my ear." My mother-in-law said I was talking in tongues.
To this day, even as I type this, I close my eyes and can remember how soft my Eric's cheeks were in my dream and how CJ felt in my arms. That's what I miss the most. I miss holding my babies. It's like a feeling only we know. A feeling I would never wish on anybody. The pain just gets worse and worse. Sometimes its unbearable and Ii go and smell their clothes and hug their blankets. I don't know how I'm going to get through this, but thank God I'm not in it alone. I have my loving, caring, unselfish husband.
I know that this was my little Eric's way of telling me him and his baby brother are okay and he forgives me for what I've done.
Too bad I can't forgive myself. I miss my babies so much, the worst part is I had my tubes tied after CJ. So ironically now we wish I could get pregnant. But I figure if God really wants us to have another baby he will give it to me even with my tubes tied.
- Veronica, El Paso, TX
February 15, 2011
My niece Clarissa passed away on August 18, 2010. She was full of life! That's what I miss the most. Her favorite thing in this world where the Disney princesses; She even requested to change her name to what else: "Princess."
Clarissa was born with many heart issues. Childrens Hospital of LA gave us the honor of having her in our lives for 6 1/2 years. In July 2010, she needed to go back to the O.R. Sadly she never came home.
The day before the funeral I stopped by to get some flowers, I wanted my kids to leave them with her at the services. The cashier at the store said, "These are beautiful!" He paused. "Are they for a happy occasion or a sad one?" I didn't reply and he understood.
The next morning I picked up the flowers from the box that the gentleman so kindly and gently placed the flowers in and on the side of the box it said "Dalany PRINCESS" grapes. It wasn't just a cardboard box he gave me to carry the flowers, it was her way of telling us she will forever be our PRINCESS. I feel so special, she came to ME! I have missed her but I feel I am at peace. Never stop looking for them, they are always near.
- Aunt Tita
February 13, 2011
My 13-year old daughter, Adrianna, passed away this year on January 3, 2011. She was on a trampoline with her friends, and she told them she could not breath. They did not listen; she could not breath because she was having a heart attack. The autopsy revealed she had hypertrophic cardiomyopathy: essentially, she died having an enlarged heart.
The last phone call she made me was at 5:06 p.m. She asked if she could go to a friends for dinner. I said yes. We exchanged "I love you's". She was off.
At 5:36, I got the distress call that something was wrong with Adrianna. I got in my car and drove over to my neighbors house in about 3 minutes. She had already passed, but the fire department came and tried to revive her. They took her to the hospital in a Trauma Hawk, but she was DOA. They did what they could to try to revive her, but it was too late.
That evening, she came to all of us in our dreams or in our sleeping hours.
My mom said she had a dream. She saw my daughter's face and she was speaking to her. She told her that she was alright; she was having fun, but she just had a lot of energy. She called my mother Grandmom. My mother went by Mom Mom, but my daughter called my husbands mother Grandmom. So it seemed like it came from my daughter. This was at 5:00 a.m.
My son had a dream at 5:00 a.m. as well. He was in his truck with my daughter, his sister, in the passenger's seat. She told him she had to go. My son, said, "No, you can't go, don't leave me. She told him that she had to go. He woke up before she left.
I woke my husband up at 5:00 a.m. because I could not sleep. He rocked me and let me cry myself to sleep. Her best friend Cookie and her mother also had awoke at 5:00 to get something to drink.
She came to all who mattered at 5:00 in the morning; 12 hours after she spoke to me last.
She also gave me a message to help me find a charm which had her ashes in it when I lost it. She told me where to look. I looked there the next day after searching for hours looking for it. We prayed and asked her to give me a sign. In the morning, I said, Adrianna, if you are here, give me a sign. Her brother's picture fell to the floor from its place.
I knew to continue looking where she told me to look and I found her charm. It fell right into my hand. She helped me find it, no doubt in my mind.
God is powerful.
- Terry, Lake Worth, FL
January 8, 2011
My daughter Laura was murdered in October 2009. She was stabbed to death by a monster who was stalking her. I was so completely devastated; not only from her death, but I was the one who found her and being in the medical field, I knew the moment I saw her that she was gone.
I wanted to die, I wanted to trade places with her. I feel like there is a huge void ripped from my heart. Within the first part of 2010, I ended up in the hospital. I was diagnosed with PTSD, anxiety and, of course, depression. I was having suicidal thoughts. It is now all being controlled with medication and therapy.
Anyways, in two of my dreams, Laura came to me. In the first dream, she wanted to share with me where she is and she took me under the oceans and dolphins, whales, and other creatures of the sea were all around. But then I started to panic, thinking I can't breathe underwater and she sent me back. I remember waking just briefly; choking and gasping for air, which passed and I slept again. Then she came back and took me into the clouds. I felt so free and exhilerated. I was flying... I don't remember anything more.
When I woke up I realized she was telling me that she is still here, all around. I had some comfort in that and felt I was doing OK... it was then I ended up in the hospital. After several months of fighting such sadness and crying all the time, I had another dream. Laura came to me again and we were sitting in a car. She was telling me that it was so beautiful where she is and she wanted me to stop being so sad. She reassured me that she is OK and when the time is right I will see her again. Then she said she had to go and I said no, and we held each other with both of us crying. As she faded away she held onto my hand until the very last moment. Then she was gone.
My oldest daughter also dreamed that Laura asked her why everyone is crying. We get so many signs from her, sometimes when I tell people they start crying. I know for all of us, I do believe our loved ones are all around and are capable of communicating. We just have to keep an open mind to it all. God Bless.
- Margie, New York
January 6, 2011
I believe the anticipation of the one year date of my daughter Clara's death was worse than the day itself. God sent me a angel at the memorial site on New Year's day. I had this overwhelming desire to be there at the moment the accident happened. So we went down there at 5:45 p.m. and waited for 5:55 to arrive to get past the exact time. It stopped raining just enough time for us to stand there and reflect as to what she went through that very moment.
I pulled my phone out and it was 5:54 and I looked up and a car pulled over and a gentleman walked over to where I was. I asked him if I could help him and he said, "You do not remember me, do you?" I said sorry I do not. He proceeded to tell me he was there that night and he was the second car to pull off to help. He was one of the men who found my Clara. He held her hand while they waited for the ambulance to arrive and said he wished he could do more.
I tearfully thanked him for being there for her and my family. He said she was still alive but breathing very slow and shallow but looked like she was peacefully asleep as he brushed her hair out of her face. He also told me where she was. You see, I found a earring some four months later on the embankment and that was where she came to a rest. I do not know how to explain it, but the need for details is something that I always desired so I asked him. It has always bothered me that I did not know for sure if she indeed died at the site, but he confirmed it.
My girl passed away holding a kind gentleman's hand in no pain. A sleeping Angel in the night. The great act of kindness and compassion will never be forgotten, and has restored my faith that a greater power does exist. He told me that he did not realize that it was the exact time of her death, but that he just happened to be driving by. He had seen me several times before down there but chose not to disturb me; this time God told him to stop and to send a message to
a grieving mom. My daughter is in safe hands. God rest her soul.
- Janice, Canton, GA
December 27, 2010
My son Lee was killed last February. He was stabbed when a fight broke out as he was leaving with friends. This person didn't know my son – wrong place, wrong time.
A couple of days later, our grandfather clock started chiming and continued until we stopped it. This clock did not work, and has not chimed since that day. I think he was letting me know he crossed over OK.
- Mary, Binghamton, NY
December 27, 2010
My 17-year-old son Jonathan died in a head on collision November 19, 2010; he was only 25 feet from where he would have turn onto our street and about 500 feet from our house. The day of his funeral it was raining bad and was supposed to continue all day. I just looked up at heaven and told him if you are really there give me a sign, let it stop raining and bring the sun out.
The service started and it was still raining. I was crying so hard I couldn't even hear the preacher or any of his friends talking, then something inside me told me to look up and when I did, the rain stopped, the clouds moved and the sun came shining down and it kept shining all the way through his funeral and grave site. That's just one of the many times he has let us know he is still with us.
Each one of us – his two sisters and my husband – have all got signs from him that he is with us. His older brother hasn't said if he got a sign, but that's just him. When I get really down, Jonathan always does something to let me know he's with me, and it lets me go on another day without my baby.
- Terri, Magnolia, TX
December 26, 2010
Our oldest son passed away January 17, 2008. He lost his battle with leukemia at the age of 27. I am always looking for signs he is still with us. About 3 months after he passed away I met my youngest son, who was 23 then, for dinner. I walked in and sat at the table and he took his hat off and turned and looked at me. I froze, I will swear on anything I was looking at my oldest son. He had this concerned look on his face. The thing is my oldest and youngest never looked anything like each other growing up, that is why I knew this had to be my oldest finding a way to appear to me. I always wonder when things happen that make me think he is there if I just want it so bad I am imagining it. I want to believe it is real.
- Lost Mom
December 26, 2010
We lost our beloved son Logan on Oct. 26, 2010. He was was to start a new managment job in Siagon, Vietnam but when he didn't show up for work that was when they found him in his motel room. When we finally got his cremains back to us I had to open the urn as I wanted some ashes for a cremain locket I got. The urn was sealed with rubber cement so it was easy to cut with a razor blade around the top of the cremation jar. I put the blade down and tried to open the top, and as I started to lift the lid a tiny spark came out of the lid. My husband said, " Do you think the ashes were not completed out?" I said, "No, that's Logan letting us know he is here with us. That has brought me so much comfort knowing he is indeed here with us.
- Macs, Burnsville, MN
October 14, 2010
We lost our only son Greg on July 11, 2010. He tried auto-erotic asphyxiation (hanging oneself to the point of unconsciousness for the adrenalin rush) and lost the game. He played a very sophisticated version of this game in the neighbor's pool. The neighbors found him at 6:30 on that Sunday morning. My husband, a third shift factory worker, was not home. I was asleep when Greg snuck out of the house in the middle of the night. We both feel an extreme amount of guilt that we didn't stop him, and a sense of devastation and sadness because we weren't with him when he died.
Greg had no history of sneaking out before. He was a high achiever in school. He was never in trouble. He had a great job. He had just gotten his first car. He had just asked a young lady's parents for permission to date her and received that permission. He was very involved in our church. He was very talented in painting, drawing and music.
The pain of Greg's loss is intense. Extended family members opine that it's time to put his death behind us and move on. Right after the funeral we had everything packed and taken to my sister's home for storage. Now sometimes I will find odd things laying in the hallway outside his bedroom door, like the top sheet from his bed, or his favorite t-shirt, which were all taken away so have no logical reason for being where I find them. When I find such things they always feel like a greeting or reassurance from my son.
The morning of the funeral I was sitting in my favorite rocking chair in living room. The sky contained black ugly clouds and it appeared ready to rain. In the middle of the back yard was one very bright ray of sunshine, bright enough to hurt your eyes. There was no logical explanation for that ray of sunshine. I screamed for the whole family to come look. We believe it was heaven opening up and welcoming Greg home.
- Cindy, Grand Rapids, MI
October 10, 2010
My sister was a stillborn. She passed in 1994. I never felt like she was near to me. I never felt her presence. I figured since she was just a baby when she died that she wouldn't contact us.
I was wrong. I deeply, deeply grieved the loss of my sister Rebecca. I will always grieve but the pain has definitely lessened. It seems that the older I get, there is more of a connection to Rebecca. I feel like we actually have an interactive relationship.
For her 15th birthday which was in August 2009, I brought a little red heart shaped stone to put on her grave. Two weeks later we went back to the cemetery. The heart was gone. I was so disappointed but I figured a child took it or something. I went back in March of 2010. There was so much snow on the ground but something told me to wipe away the snow on her gravestone. So I did. And I couldn't believe it when I saw the little red heart! I yelled to my mom "The Heart is back!" I was so thrilled. I knew it was a sign from Rebecca.
The same thing happened again over the summer. My grandmother is buried right in back of Rebecca. So we planted flowers at my grandmother's grave for her birthday, which is a week before Rebecca's birthday. I went around to see Rebecca's grave and to say a prayer. I noticed the Heart was gone again! I was a little bummed out. Anyway, I wanted to go to another cemetery to visit the grave of a girl I went to high school with. I wanted to give her flowers but I had none. So I just picked a couple lilies that were around Rebecca's grave.
The next week we went back to the cemetery on Rebecca's 16th Birthday. Right away I noticed the Heart was back. It was tucked in between the lilies!
I had a good laugh about that. This is Rebecca's way of playing with me and teasing me for taking a few lilies the week before. I love how she actually plays with me. I am at peace knowing she is happy, well taken care of, and I absolutely know I will see her again someday.
This is my mother's story:
After we lost Rebecca, my mom had a very vivid dream. It is very strange because she never remembers her dreams but she's always remembered this one. My maternal grandfather died in 1986. In the dream, he came to my mom. This was probably a couple months after Rebecca passed.
Anyway, this is what he said to her: "Don't you worry about a thing, Annie. Me and Flossy are taking good care of her over here. Everything will be okay. Don't you worry about anything."
My mom woke up with a deep sense of peace. She knew that it wasn't just a dream. It was real. Flossy is actually the name of my grandfather's mother. His message wasn't just for my mom but for my whole family.
Death is so painful for the people left behind. But knowing I will see all my loved ones again makes life easier. Knowing they are helping me from the other side is very comforting as well. Over there, it is all about Love. There, everyone is living in the deepest peace and joy. I know I still have a lot of work to do on earth but I cannot wait for the day until I am welcomed into Heaven.
- Ali, Massachusetts
September 5, 2010
What a gift to all like us to have created this website. Our stories are interwoven because not everyone has lived this nightmare of losing a child.
For all who don't know me or my story, my nightmare began on a normal day back in November 2009. That day began like any other school day but ended with my only son dying. He was 16 and was the light of my life. I loved him and still love him as if he was still here only now it is his spirit. He died because he tried huffing air freshener. He died because he choked and suffocated on his own vomit. He died alone in his room.
Reliving that day is pure hell for me because I did not find him in time to save him. Guilt drives me daily, the what if, and I know there is nothing I can change. The pain and agony is nothing I would wish on my worse enemy and yet I know I need to live on for my other child.
When I first met you and heard of your signs I was jealous because I had not had any signs of my son yet! I felt I would see his spirit from time to time but no real signs.
Then one night I was heading to bed upstairs where the bedrooms are and I smelled Carl on the steps. He was there right next to me in scent, yet invisible. I was so shocked and was afraid that I might fall, so I continued on happily and so touched that I did get a sign. That was the first one. Another night, one more sign.- Marie, East China, MI
