A few weeks ago at about 3 am....I felt someone crawl into bed with me on the right side. Covers were lifted and a small frame got beside me. I said "Mom is that you" no words came....I said "Mom please cuddle me" and she did. She was not in the same body...it was smaller and airy like. She stayed only for a minute...kissed me on my right cheek and was gone. I was half awake and when she was gone I was awake crying. I am absolutely positive it was my mother. I was drained mentally and physically for several days. I believe that God opens the door for our loved ones to come and visit us here and there so we never loose faith and hope. I know my mother is happier where she is. This "life" is hard for so many, so easy for others but in the end we all have the same fate. My mother was so hurt by people she loved and she suffered HORRIBLY from throat cancer. I just miss her so much. I have 3 sisters who just walked away after she passed and have no time for me. It hurts. God keeps me from being totally alone. God bless all of you.

i com acros a old disk wit data on of my dads old lap top it had my dad on lafing at lucy doing 1 of her funny thngs i mus of played it a few tims and the othr day i had th stranged dream iv ever had abot my dad and othr popel  who had past away in the family yrs ago evn the 1s who i nevr met thy wear all in a posh hotle drinking and the 1s who smoket in the family wear smoking but the dream felt real like it realy happend i felt weid all day aftr ths dream and still feal weid i no it woz a dream or i thng it woz a dream it felt real i no nrevment dreams make it feal real 

Hi, Not sure if anyone can answer this question but i thought I would through it out there.  I buried my best friend and light of my life about 8 months ago.  She has not come to me at all.  However, I keep having these reoccuring dreams in which I keep searching for her but can't find her.  For instance, in one of the dreams her son asked me if I had talked to her on the phone.  I told him no and I was concerned b/c I hadn't heard from her either.  Is this just my mind trying to adjust to the loss or is it something more?

Thanks

Kim

i dont mind the dreams kim but som of the dreams r to strange i just wish i cud put a video in side my hed nd video the dreams and i hav ths dream a lot lately my dad and othr past family mebers warking on clouds and going to a ot of feilds and mountains and a big lake iv had ths 1 a lot and ths dream makes me feal weid 2 im pleased the nitemares stopt after i got the dream catcher now the dreasm feal so real likes its realy hapning i hav 3 or 4 days of dreams i dont mind the dreams its fealing weid after th dreams like befor xmas my dad com to me told me he miss us all and get my muma gift from him wish i did iv only told serten 1s in the family if i told othr peopel thy wud probly get me secsend wit the key thron away and iv had more xspersne s with ballons poping but the last few shut flew acros the grave yatd in the snow like it woz a spook coming from the raves or wear peoples ashes burred i will try and get the cod from my vemeo acond wear i posted thm on my vemeo acond 

Hello, I lost my boyfriend on the 31st of July 2012 in a motorcycle accident, he was only 20. Since then I've been to visit a medium a number of times but haven't got a message from him however his mum has, i was so gutted that he hasn't got in contact with me in that way i would love it if he would. However there have been some signs, one being i was downstairs and my mum was upstairs I thought i heard a motorbike that sounded like his pulling up on my drive so i looked out the window and nothing was there, my mum then came downstairs and asked me if i just heard a motorbike i said yeah, she said she had too but didn't see one. I then went to visit my boyfriends friend in hospital who was on the back of the bike during the accident he also said he heard a bike rumble without me even telling him of me hearing a bike. As well as that, i decided to buy a motorbike and learn to ride like my boyfriend wanted me too the day of my test a message came up on the computer when i was looking for something saying 'you can do it i know you can' with a bike picture under the writing. Also when im searching to buy things on the internet like clothes, adverts on the side always show biker stuff and showing a helmet to buy that was identical to his? I've also had white feathers falling around me a lot out of no where, even inside the house, this is supposed to be a sign of a guardian angel, which I believe to be him. Has anyone else experienced this? I don't know whether its me just looking for things or it's really happening? 

@Connie I have been given a front row seat to what I call the numbers "game" where you see a string of matching numbers on the clock, microwave, DVD player, receipts etc..  They are haunting me.

My biological father died in late Nov of 2010.  We were estranged.  He was an abusive man.  Ironically, a week before his death this feeling came over me that his health was failing him.  I knew the day he died and approximately the time because at 4:44 pm it hit me like a brick.  I knew he had passed and his passing for him was brutal but I also felt as if I was being handed some curse through his death.   From that day fwd 4:44 for me has represented darkness. 

I don't feel happy or good about it but very uncomfortable when it appears.  It makes me think of my father and I can become very unsettled thinking about him.  

Maybe 6 weeks after my fathers death and seeing this 444 over and over my mother became ill.  The numbers I would see after that were a combination of 1111 222 333, and 555  two weeks before she became ill again something came over me that there was something wrong with her health and for some reason sat down a week before she got ill and talked about her health in general.   in 9 months time my mother died of cancer.

Since her death primarily I see 1111 222 333 and 555.  Nothing happens after seeing them.  I don't feel comfort and I don't feel sorry.  I feel completely frustrated that they might means something and I can't figure it out.   I don't want to see 444 but the others I'm left wondering what they mean. As I said 444 to me is uncomfortable and it actually scares me when it shows up.

My mom and I were very close.  Extremely close.  We really were one my entire life.  She was physically challenged.  I was her arms and legs.  I knew her as well as I know myself and she the same with me.  Oddly most if not all my dreams of her are uncomfortable and unpleasant.  She is either crying or we are arguing.  Both situations are a recall of events that did occur.  Maybe it's my own stored memory of those moments playing out during rest but I don't like it.  Maybe it's my own guilt.  It's hard to even explain my life and all that we endured but after her death I've had to be brutally honest and wonder if my mother didn't use me and that she was so focused on trying to survive with her challenges she was actually denying me of a full healthy life.  As I said it's a very complicated life we shared with more ups than downs but to my last breath the love I have for that woman cannot be measure it is so immense.  She never thanked me for all that I did which is something I realized just right before she died.  It would be great if she could communicate with me to let me know certain things that I am left very confused about.

When I dream of my father it's infuriating and each time I am seething with anger to the point of actually punching him.  What he left me with and how he treated me was horrific.  I am positive if there is a place called hell my father is there.  I cannot imagine he actually got away with what he did to other human beings but again in my dreams he doesn't come to me asking for forgiveness.  He is just as cruel and heartless as I remember him.

It's so hard for me to distinguish if there even is an afterlife or if things we see or we feel we aren't making them into something.  But those numbers and the manner in which they will show up for me means something but I can't seem to tap into what they mean.  I've looked them up on forums called "angel numbers" and when they are seen none of what they say the meaning of those numbers can be applied in my case.  The only one closest was when I read that in some asian nations they believe the number 444 represents death and if that is true I can honestly say that would apply in my life.

I also have to say that daily I feel like I'm being blocked from important information that could change my life and I have no way to get to that information.  It feels strange.  I'd say that these feelings are heavy on the heart so to speak and again it's through these numbers but I just can't seem to figure what it all means.  I'm so open to the idea of someone communicating with one of my deceased family members to get a message to me I'd do it but I'd first have to research that medium, psychic or whatever they call themselves real carefully.  i'm real good and spotting nonsense a mile away.

my dad woz goood it numbers mark wen it coms to maths withh me im hoples at maths today i did somthng iv never did for yrs i fell over scrapet my right nea now im bated and bruse but 2 kind ladys helpt pick me up but the funny thng woz i felt my dad side me makig sure i woz ok i woz ok just a bit shaky as any 1 else had a exprense like ths

@jb there have been three events since the passing of both of my parents that have struck me as interesting.  The first was the day and hour my father died.  As I noted we were estranged.  However, I knew the very second he was gone from this earth and always know it was a very brutal transition for him.  There was a mixture of doom, fear, sorrow, and regret that all came over me at that moment but also a feeling of release.  That feeling of release I attributed to his soul being released from this earth.  I also want to add that if my father would ever try to contact me after his death I am non receptive to it.   It was bad enough dealing with his behavior while he was alive but there were additional things added to the equation after his death that blew me away.  I had hoped so bad my intuition was wrong and that some where along the line he at least tried to own some of his choices.  Instead I learned he just continued spiraling deeper and deeper.  The bi product of his behavior is seen in his adopted children.  They've all got drug problems, legal issues, and would sell each other into slavery for a fast buck.  It's just too dark of a lifestyle to even want to give that man one second of my energy even if he were to crawl out from his misery and beg my forgiveness I'd just tell him to stay away from me.

The second situation happened very early after my mom passed.  The shroud of grief that fell over me after she died was horrible.  We shared a very unique life.  We faced a lot of real bad situations together and I'd always thought since we made it past them and moved on to the next group of challenges I'd left them behind.  Unfortunately the mind has a HUGE filing cabinet and it does come back.  All of it and some times in vivid detail.  The only way I can explain that type of veil is like a looming dark blanket and you fight very hard for it not to fall on you because you just don't want to revisit certain things.  At that particular time this dark veil would hit me around 7pm in the evening and I would weep from somewhere so deep inside of me I call it my soul crying.  I would talk to my mom while crying and then after the moment past I'd blow my nose and move on.  After about a week something strange happened.  A complete sunny day I get out of my truck and one drop of liquid hits my cheek.  As if it was raining but only raining one rain drop.  I felt it was a tear from my mom to let me know she was there crying with me.  At least that's what I've told myself it was considering how odd the moment was.  I felt her presence at that moment.

And the third occurrence deals with a horrible financial situation we were forced to go through while dealing with her cancer.  Things fell a part for us to the point of complete collapse.  It was like some sick twisted evil game was being played on us to endure all this hell at once.  For me I was dealing with the loss of my mom,watching her suffer and then stepping into potentially being homeless quickly.  I was forced to starve myself while providing her care so that whatever little bit I was making could be saved to give me maybe a month of coverage after she died.  I had been manipulated by a boss that cost me over 7,000.00 dollars.  I was forced to wait for retro pay and would scream inside to God to please end all this hell.  9 months after my mothers death  while struggling and worrying something happened out of nowhere that enabled me access to all that money that was taken from me.  In fact because of the accounting process the money had acquired interest.  I was stunned.  It was gruesome to think that in order to have access to that money finally i had to first endure pure hell on earth but it was a moment of reality.  Through all the pain and misery certain events happened to sustain me later on when I'd really need it.  I do consider this an act of something well beyond this earth.  It was a very harsh plan but it's still amazing.  A week prior to learning of this money I woke up hearing my moms voice as if she was crying and calling my name.  I still don't know why I heard it that way.  It wasn't pleasant it was unsettling like she was scared or concerned but I have to admit my entire life I always kept one ear awake and alert should she need anything and so my brain may always generate that my mom is in distress.

i fogot to mentsion mark wen i woz at a family funrell last fryday i felt my dad side me in the creamortoriam sad thng is its the only time i get to sea the family on my dads side at funrells i seam 2 go to a lot of funrells and som of the family looke like past mebers who past and the dreams abot my dad is to say his enjoying him self like he always enjoyed life maybe is enjoing the after life as well he woz allways playing pranks on us wen we he woz alive he had me doing it do like puting salt or peper in som 1s tea or coffie nothing nasty just the silly prank stuf iv some tims seaing him in the house and thnk im seaning thngs but he used to allways say im not going in side thm gates till u all come i thnk my dad is my gurdian angel i no evry 1 has more thn1 angel looking over thm even if its a pet gurdian angel to day i thort i saw my dad siting on the chair in the kitchn i som times thng the cat seas him 2 i no pets hav a 6th sense stronger thn humens 6th sense 

i dont if ny 1 else has had a dream lik ths 1 i dremt i woz playing online gaming and skype umpt up i dont even no how to use skype but my dad jumpet up on the screan making sure evry is ok lik he dose in dream s and im not blame its not my falt wen i woke up i nealy fell out of bed but luckly i did not it make me wonder hav thy got skype in heven or wear evr thy r but ths dream i had the othr day has still got me confusd very confusd 

i come acros a old diary of my dads on fryday i dont no if it woz a sine or any thng but the yr woz 1991 just had his drs apointmnts in and fone numbers of peole wish a lot of htm haz past sisne thn i didnt no he had 1 in 1991 im pleased i fond it 

yestday woz my dads 1s yr anversy of his death

but lots of weid and strange tngs happend it did i let ballons off in the yrd in stead of the grave yrd and thy all burts like today thy burst

fotos hav fell off the walls today and fell off ysterdaythy did

a botel of bron sarse fell in my diner ystrday my mum tryed to put mint sarse on her diner ysterday but end uop bean coverd in it u wud thnk my dad woz olaying pranks on us frm heven gates

the fone rang but it woz like a weid mesage

i wen on 1 of the video canles on the internet tht woz bean weid to and a strange dream i had abot my dad tht we wear in a restront to many weid thngs hapend on my dads anversy of his passing

I had one after Christmas just before Valentines day it was of a Stuffed Lion and my dad use to always say he was a Lion and a king.. In my dream I had this feeling I was supposed to get this for my mom.The one that freaked me out the most was two days after my dad passed I called his cell because I swore I heard him speak on his voice mail so I just wanted to hear his voice again and well guess what I did not hear his voice and my mom told me that he had never recorded a message on his phone. But I tell you with my whole heart I heard my daddies voice and now i do not no more. My birthday was just the last week on March 6th and my daddy use to call me all the time to sing happy birthday to me and this year I made another year but did not get to hear his silly song and his silly laugh at the end. I miss you daddy and so does mom and your dog Brandi Mae miss you so much...

my cat lucy missis my dad 2 chandra she dose she usd to sit on him foller him to the tolit lik him an bit e him

i bort her in to the hose she took to my dad strate away shes abot 12/13 now she folows me to the tolet now well she used to befor but my dad she wudfollor him all ovr

JB - Many of the things that you said your dad has done, my dad has also done since he passed away.  Many many many times the phone has rang and I just knew it was him.  They started happening exactly 24 hours after he died, and each time it happened I knew in my soul it was him even if he didn't say anything.  And, what made me know that my feeling was true is that the calls never showed up in my call log and all other calls show up in my call log.  I even had him send me an email once after he had led me to some information that would help with the case against the people in the nursing home who had abused him.  When I reported that information, the next morning I woke up and there was a weird email that let me know I had listened to him appropriately and done what he had wanted me to do to bring justice to what had happened to him.

I also had an experience when my dad was really bad.  I was sitting next to his bed in the hospital and I felt my Mom behind me.  I felt her so strongly that I turned to talk to her and when I didn't see her I remembered she had passed on.  But, I still felt her, so I started talking to her.  So, if I understood you right and you said that you felt your dad at the funeral, I totally believe that.

I've never had anything fall off the wall or anything with my parents, but I had an adopted nephew - he was the son of my best girlfriend of all my life who is still my girlfriend and thus is a sister to me - who died when he was a child.  He loved cats.  He loved to play with my collection of ceramic cats.  One day I was sitting in the computer room off my kitchen and a shelf fell off the wall in the kitchen.  The cat collection was on top of that shelf.  When I went in the kitchen, the cats were all sitting up, unbroken and in a circle facing each other as if a child had set them up to play.  I told his Mom and she told me weird things that had happened with him visiting her and told me it was him telling me he was okay.

I've had a lot of dreams like the one you talked about.  I've had many dreams.  When my Mom first died, she came to me in a dream and told me she was feeling much better now.  And, I've had dreams where it felt like I was hanging out with her and then woke up all excited that we'd made plans to do something else and then realized that she was dead, and then I'd grieve all over again, because we were not going to be doing that thing together that I was looking forward to doing with her.

I think that everything that has happened to you is normal and is your dad's way of telling you that he is okay and that he is still with you.  I used to worry if they were okay, but if they were not okay the last thing they would be worrying about would be making contact with us.  They'd be focusing on getting okay.  So, the fact that they make contact with us at all tells me that they are okay enough to have free time in which they can expend energy to do that.  So, I think they are telling us that they are okay and they are still with us.

I have never had an experience like the one where the balloons pop.  That has happened so consistently with you and so many times that there is no doubt in my mind that that is your father letting you know he is okay and that he is still playing pranks on people like he did in life- I think he is playing pranks on your by popping the balloons just like he did in life.  I haven't had an experience like that at all.  That is truly a gift for you.

It has been around a year and a half since my dad died.  I still miss him so much.  He does not call me so much or make contact so much, and I miss him.  I just hope that means that he has moved on to something and I pray and hope and wish and desire that whatever that place is that it is good for him and for my Mom.  I love them and miss them so much, but they have been gone long enough that they are not making as much contact as they used to.  I fear that maybe my dad stopped, because one of the last times he did it I felt fear.  I hope that he is not holding back from contacting me due to not wanting to scare me.  I'd rather be scared a little bit by the contacts and know he is alright.

I know it has been very hard on you loosing your dad, because you were close to your dad like I was always close to my mom and like I got close to my dad after he retired and had more time to spend with me.  I know so many people who don't have that closeness with their parents, but we did and that makes it hurt so much worse and be so much harder to get over.  But, the good part of that is that we had so many more good times and so much more of a bond with them when they were alive.  I will be praying for you as I know you've had many losses even though your dad is the one who hurts the worst, and I know how hard that is.  I've had several losses to.  My parents are the ones who hurt the worst by far, but the multiple losses just wear you down after a while and make you feel numb.  I pray that we both are able to recover soon.

me 2 eliza songs 2 r lik sines

my dad usd to sing a silly song he cud not sing but he always sung a silly song caled heven an hair u cud carl it it woz like ths

                                u will never get to heven wit sky blu hair

                                  u wont get in side heven wth brite pink hair

                                 and if yore bardly u hav curly hair

i dnt no wear he got the song frm jst wish i vidiod him singing it stivks in my mind a lot ths song                     

What a gift, Eliza, that you got that song from your Mom.  I believe it was from her.  Once I went to the gravesite and knelt down and begged my parents to let me know they were okay.  That night, my father called me on my cell phone.  It was a very short call, but it was him.  I knew he was okay and my Mom was okay.

I like the song your Dad sang, JB.  Your dad sounds like he was so much fun.  Have you had any more balloons break lately?

iv had a few burst in the bac yrd 1 went in the sky so fast u wud thnk it woz going strate to heven i just wish i cud of cort it on my mini camcorda but not so lucky i will catch thm brsting well i did 1 tim cort 1 burstng but i wont post on hear coz it woz a bot of foul lNGRAGE WEN I CORT IT

i dnt wish 1 to post it on hear or my dream post on hear but il will post it on hear i had 1 of thm dreams but it woz 2 strange i dremt abot my dad nocking on the door saying his bac but he looket yung again not gry and withy hair but he looket happey he gav me n d mum a hug but wen i woke up i thrt it realy happend 

i no it woz a dream but it felt real i dnt if its a sine or som kind but iv sean othr postings on hear simlir to whot iv jst posted

thn wen i go on vimeo i sea stuf iv dremed i do i joind vimeo last yr thr the web site wish i got hooket on i got ooket on the landskape 1s it looks like heven it dose i jt hope iv put the rht code in fro 1 iv postedlink http://vimeo.com/dustinfarell/ landscapes:volume 3 embed code

Monique - you are not crazy.  The same thing happened to me all the time for the first year after my dad died.  He doesn't call so much any more, and I miss it, but he used to call me a lot for the first year.  And, he often called when I really needed him too.  Once I was at his and my Mom's grave and I was crying and begging them to let me know they were alright, and that night the phone rang near the time when my dad died.  The calls started exactly 24 hours after my dad died.  He died at 4:25 am and then the next morning at 4:25 am he called.  Then, each time I'd really need him, he would call.  I remember another time I was talking to a natural healer about how much I missed him and how I felt it was causing me some health problems, and he called me that night too.  They do call.  And, if any religious people tell you it can't happen remember that the bible says that now we see as through a glass darkly (1 Cor. 13:12) - we don't really know what is over there until we get there, so I think it is wise to be aware of when these things happen to us and accept them instead of trying to deny them away.  We need to be honest with ourselves that these things are happening.

I just wish I knew my Dad and Mom were okay now.  It seems like after around a year the ADC's got a lot less and that makes me wonder if they move on some place else then, and I just want to know that they are okay.

JB - I've never gone on vimeo but will check it out now that you've made me aware of it.  I've also had the same experience you had.  A few months ago that I was hanging out with my Mom like when we were alive.  I woke up the next morning just convinced that she was still alive and we were going to hang out that day like we used to do, and I was so excited like a kid at Christmas.  Then, I realized she was gone and that day wouldn't be spent with her, and the grief hit me as hard as if she'd just died and I was depressed again for quite some time.  I do think that sometimes she comes and spends time with me when I'm asleep.

i got my dad a homer simpsons speaking oniment a few yrs ago som tims it goes off on its orn wear no 1 prest the buton it shoust out loud i hop iv put th rght vid code in i no if i havnt its coz of my bad hand witing or me not bean gooood it computers it took me 2 yrs to lern to switch 1 on for the 1s h dont nolink http://vimeo.com/62548506 clip0619 embed code < iframe src="http;//player.vimeo.com/video/62548506" width="500" clip0619

I am lucky in that I have experienced this... cant talk about it alot, cause not everybody understands it....had several friends tell me it was from satan.....luckily i know better.....I love it....its like dan is back..I have him back for a minite! ill take it! the other day it was like he and I were laughing together-it was wonderful....

he told me it was ok I turned off the vent, let him die..I believe he is there  in Heaven watching and waiting for me and sometimes God lets him "talk" to me...its wonderful. Hope it never ends...He was/is the love of my life...these last 6 yrs have been the happest of my life...mind you it was NOT all roses... we had many fights and troubles... but we respected each other.

Since my brothers passing in October I hear him in my right ear making little smart comments when I do something stupid or when someone else says something. It's nice to know that I am indeed not going crazy. He came to me in a dream, kissed my forehead and said he loved me. It was weird cause I knew I was dreaming, I told him I didn't want to wake up cause then he wouldn't be there. I asked him if he knew what was going on back there and that it was really bad. He then hugged me. I woke up and just sat there quietly for a few minutes kind of in shock and silently cursing myself for waking up. I then walked away from whoever was around me and I burst into tears. I miss him so much. 

iv had mor xprsens on bllons i let 1 go in th yrd on sunday it wnt for a bit in th yrd it woz a letr to my dad thn anr 1 today popet i no its a sine frm my dad

i cam acros a foto imag on anr website i no a lot of us posng ths on memry crd nd foto on hear

im still getn xprsen wit ballons today i thrt i saw my dad in the house i no im not going mad coz i no it shpend to othr ple in hear i 

thy go fst iv let thm go in th yrd thy hav all brst i no now ist my dad say im still hear i thn i dnt thn he wil go in side thm gat till we com

i no he wud lik ths song i fnd on vimeo coz its a balled

link http://vimeo.com/53156934 gabrielle aplin 'the power of love' embed code

With the upcoming 30th anniversary of my dad's passing, I began feeling that he was trying to connect with me. I was feeling sad a lot, and cried frequently. You see, I never felt I had closure. He died of a very aggressive form of cancer, so being his time was limited, he chose not to tell his kids as he wanted to live his last days as "normal" and happy as possible. I did not understand any of this at the time. But in the time I'm speaking of, I felt he was trying to tell me that he had not yet found rest or peace because he's been watching over me, trying to continue to "be there". I really felt like we "talked" about how things had gone. He didn't want to spend his last days watching his children worry, and coddle him. He wanted to remember our smiles. 

I decided to go to his grave site on May 4th (30th anniversary). I felt him there. I felt him hug me and tell me it was time I let him go. Finally, I was okay to do this and told him so. I felt an amazing sense of peace come over me. This was all he wanted, for me to understand. I finally do. I will always miss and love him and know that he is never far away. But we now both have peace. 

A few days after my husband passed, I felt the mattress 'sag' on his side....thinking the dog had tried to climb up, i reached over to push him off. There was nothing there, however, I felt hugged and loved.

Dan was "here" again last night... I asked for him and he came...it was really nice.. I need him so bad still.. I miss him so much .. want to go to Heaven to be with him sooo bad...cant wait til its my turn....he is my soulmate.

i keap on thnkng my dad is palyng jokes on us frm th orht sid thngs go misng th th tunr up in a difrnt plase wen we lats saw th stuff 

my cuzen is hav th sam thng from her dead husbannd to iv evn warkt in to a room iv evn saw my dad sitng in thc hairr or warkng arond th house funny hng is my mum has sean it 2

evn ballon r still keap on poping i no now it has to be my dad 

Its like he isnt gone totally,... he still loves me..that helps...

I have felt someone pressing down on my shoulders, this happens when I get really upset. I feel like it is my mother pressing on my shoulders. Whenever I would get upset about something that happened at work she would always say " Just be still" so I feel it is her telling me to "Just be still"; meaning wait on the lord.

I miss her so more and more each day!

kellie , they arre wrong in my opionion, youll be ready when you are ready, and it may take a long time. is going to for me.

Hi.  I am new to the site. On May 8, 2013 my husband was killed in a work related accident.  That day I met with his dad at his house.  As we were all standing outside a baby bald eagle kept flying over us.  His dad made the comment"That it was Kevin".  That night when me and my children returned home from meeting with family our screen door had the lock slightly moved over to where the door would not shut. I was the only one home that day and did not open the door that far. My son looked at me and said that is dad.  I said you are right he wants us to know he is with us.  The next day I was sitting on the porch talking to my mom and a friend and I heard loud footsteps going through my house.  I asked if anyone else heard that?  No one did just me. I know when people die suddenly they have a hard time passing over.  Later that afternoon I took a walk in the yard and told Kevin I did not want him to go but I  knew we would be okay.  Since the moment I heard of his death I have had a peace with it. Am I crazy? I just feel he is with me and I know it will be okay. Maybe I am in denial?

On Saturday, my husband and I got out of our car at a local restaurant near a bookstore. I recalling an unhappy incident that happened at the book store between my son Daniel. Then it happened that I looked up and saw a huge bald eagle. We very very rarely have eagles in this area and it was amazing. It soared for about 5 minutes above us then flew towards the mountain where we have across in honor of my son. As the bird disappeared I began seeing swirling white lights in the sky.  I just know it was Daniel letting me know once again that he is with us and that he is soaring and free and that all that we felt guilt for was forgiven. I believe it with all my heart and soul. But God I miss him more and more each second. It is just so painful to be here without him so I cherish these communications. Just wish I could give him a big hug. Peace to everyone.

On May 8th 2013, my beloved mother passed away unexpectedly. We were very close and her sudden loss has left an immeasurable void in me. In life, she had this special energy and since that day she left I feel perhaps she has been making attempts to communicate with me. The first is the most likely to be a coincidence I suppose but how many coincidences does it take to acknowledge that it might just be something else? The first was a blown light bulb. Following that were two separate incidences (in two separate rooms) of an unexplained vibrating noise - neither mine nor my boyfriends phones are set to vibrate, nor did we have any missed calls/texts/notifications that might've triggered a vibration even if they were. At the time, my overwhelming grief caused me to dismiss those without much thought. The next two incidences, however, really caught my attention and left me amazed and scared and feeling like I was losing my mind. After hours of sobbing and writing a short letter to my mom about how much I loved and missed her, I was about to join my boyfriend in bed in another room. My cat and I entered the kitchen and that's when I heard this mechanical type noise....nearly jumped out of my skin, broke out all over in goosebumps. To me, it had sounded like a drill my boyfriend had used a few days prior while installing our A/C - an item I thought was in the living room which I'd have to pass through to get to bed. I was too freaked out so I just waited until my boyfriend got up for work and told him what I had heard. He then told me that the drill was actually in the car so that couldn't be what I heard. Not being able to find the source of and re-create the noise left me unsettled. What was it??!! I had to figure it out or it would drive me insane. The next night I sat in the kitchen and just tried to focus on what it could've been. After a few moments, my eyes settled on something we hadn't used or touched in months sitting on the counter. It was a motion-sensor snack dispenser that my boyfriend's sister had gifted him for Christmas. After all the candy was gone, it simply sat there forgotten. It's not particularly sensitive; you have to have something in front of the sensor (which is on the underside of the unit, below where the candy would come out) for a few seconds before it turns on. It had not gone off by itself before in all the time since Christmas and there was no one/nothing else in the kitchen but me and my cat and we were both nowhere near it when it turned on. I tested it and sure enough that was the noise I'd heard. I was excited and relieved to have solved the mystery. I moved it to the center of the kitchen table and then spoke aloud to my mother. I told her how much I loved and missed her and how I wanted her to be there with me and if she could just say "hi" anytime how much it would mean to me. I started to leave the room and it activated itself again. It was almost on cue, how could that be a coincidence??? It hasn't happened again and the more time that passes the more my mind tries to rationalize it away. But in that moment....it was so comforting and freeing to believe it was her, that she was listening and still loved me from wherever she was and that we could be reunited someday when it's my time. I want so desperately to believe that. 

i tnk we mite hav a ghost in our hous coz wen we went out y day we lockt th living room door so lucy cud not go on a clicking furnsur or wall paper or vandlizing thngs

wen we got bac th living room door woz open i thnk it must of bean my dad playng troicks on us frm hevens gates 

to many wed thngs hav hapend sinse he died u put thngs don thn thy trn up later in aner plase

u can put pens on a tabl thn u dont fnd thm till weaks later

even wen th fone rings som tims u get a mumbo jumbo mesage

or my dads moble fone rings speking abot insurnse my dad did not trust lif insurns even i dont now

its so weid even wen i do him letrs ob ballons let thm go thy alwyz pop i no now its 2 mush of cosrinsdense i do now evn som1 els saed its to mush of corisnde u dont get tht many ballons poping lik i hav bean havng

yes i no whot u mean abot musicc marylyn today i woz watchng vintge tv musi chnalle i woz 1 of my dads favrt songs com on imangee by jon lenen it woz it flt lik my dad woz in th room it did

a few tims i thrt iv hrd my dad say my name iv evn jumpt wit shok thngkng it woz him plyng jokes on us lik he alwayz sid wen he woz alibve 

right now I feel like Im living with dan, even though he isnt here in body..I feel like he is around in spirit.. some people think that means Im not getting on with my life...Im justtalking to him alot and sometimes jearing from him... its wonderful...I miss him so much.

No coincidences! I have a white butterfly in my yard everyday since my son passed. It is amazing. Everyday I go outside and one comes and flies around me and sometimes follows me around. I look for him now and say hi honey I miss you to the butterfly! Maybe I'm crazy but some things you just know in your heart. When I am beyond despair, going outside and seeing that free beautiful butterfly makes me feel like he is okay even if I'm not. And that helps.

right now I feel like Im living with dan, even though he isnt here in body..I feel like he is around in spirit.. some people think that means Im not getting on with my life...Im justtalking to him alot and sometimes jearing from him... its wonderful...I miss him so much.

Marilyn - you are not crazy. You have eyes that see and a heart that is open to the real truth. God bless you and those little bears. Nature is where you can always go to find God. <3

Ive had people tell me its from satan...I know its not...I know its from God.I believe its my husband talking to me

some people think im getting stuff from satan..I know better,..I just dont talk to them anymore about it.. I know dans around-its agift from God..thats how I take it..

i no how u feal villet iv bean told im bit silly or bean a bit of drongo by somsom beleve me coz thy hav it 2

wen i fnd thes pic i uploded u wud thnk it woz a kind of sprit hidng on it

hear is a few morr as well