posted on Jul, 20 2014 @ 12:18 PM
Happened a few years back.
I had just attended a funeral of a friend who had passed after a long, long battle with cancer. She had refused treatment because she wanted to give
birth to her child, and the cancer ate her alive.
I was, as you might imagine, a little sad. On top of that, the weather was absolutely horrible. Snow, wind, rain, more snow...
I was driving home, and for some odd reason, I decided to drive via a route I almost never took.
On the stereo, I was listening to Dvorak's New World symphony.
About half way home, the weather began to get even worse...just sheets of rain, with sleet mixed in.
Then something remarkable happened.
Suddenly behind me the sun broke through, and all that rain stopped, and the gray around me just turned this incredible shade of silver...the likes of
which I've never seen before, or since; and likely never will again, this side of heaven should I be so lucky.
Even a pair of old rusty grain silos waiting to fall were silver in this amazing sunlight.
...and my car suddenly had more than just me in it. I felt two presences in there with me...my mom, who had passed several years before from cancer,
and my friend. Didn't see anything, but I could almost feel a pair of small hands on my shoulders. I would not have been surprised, when I looked
through the rear view mirror, had I seen both of 'em sitting behind me.
Without words, they said that everything was going to be OK.
To this day, I don't know why. Why did they come to see me? I wasn't despondent. I was sad, yes.
Michelle was an amazing person. Quite literally the nicest person on the planet, and I'll argue that with anyone.
My mom was equally amazing. Smart. Caring. Everything a mom is supposed to be.
Any answer probably lies there. A pair of moms. Being where they were needed. Never had the nerve to ask if anyone else felt Michelle that
By the time I got home, the glooms had lifted.
Still miss both of them, of course, and all the friends/family I've lost since then...but I know, as an article of faith; that I'll see them again.
I'd always thought that, but this event confirmed that.
So, yes, to answer your question, I've been visited.