My Buddy Died, then Revisited Me to Show Me His Grave

It was probably 10 years ago now. It was Christmeas, and I was missing my friend.

He hit a truck in the back as he tried to take his motorcycle up the shoulder to avoid a traffic jam. He spent about a week in the ICU, then was taken off life support.

I was a palbearer, and as such didn't really pay attention to where his grave was located in the rather large cemetary.

I went up to the graveyard, and began to search for his resting place. After a fruitless 1/2 hour search, I noticed the most majestic "buck" (male deer with antlers) I'd ever seen standing a few yards from the woodline surrounding the cemetary. He trotted a good distance to the left of where I had first spotted him, and then disappeared into the woods. I looked down at the burial place marker which was now at my feet, and there, to my disbelief, was my friend's headstone.

On it was engraved the scene of a majestic buck standing on front of a woodline.

I was floored.

Very touching and moving experience for you, wow.

I do believe there is a bond of some sort there.

My grandmother(Famor) died on my birthday when I turned 12. I woke crying but could not explain to my mother why. My Father had returned to his home country to be with her in Denmark and what there when she passed.

I few years passed before they told me that she actually passed away on the day of my Birthday. I think I felt my fathers grief, I had only met my Famor once.

I can relate to you on this story. It is very touching.

There are many things in my life that have happened that just are unexplainable. In no way was that a coincidence my friend!

It was a spiritual experience.

Glad you found him!

Guz

It's a very intersesting argument against atheism, I think.

I feel very strongly that we are "spiritual" beings. And that is what I think drives a lot of the "paranormal" threads on this site. The fact that we "continue" after this life. I am a Christian, and as such, realize that we have spirits, and to do right by your spirit, you'll accept Christ as your savior.

But I wonder if the atheists have yet to be touched by the experiences you and I have shared? Maybe they're waiting for something like this to happen to them. Or maybe they just chalk experiences like this up to "coincidence."

I have had other experiences, which are STRONG arguemnets for the existence of a Christian Lord, which I will divuldge if this thread continues.

God bless you, my Canadian brother/sister!

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It was kinda cheesie to say "if this thread continues...Blah...Blah...Blah."

I'll tell you now my other experience...Aside form the birth of each of my three kids!

My third was unexpected. We went through a troubled pregnancy with him. He was born three months prremature, and was in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit for something around the order of 40 days. He was finally of great enough weight to have the professionals at the hospital (God Bless Each and Every One of them) release his care to my wife and I. He was enjoying life at home for about two weeks when my wife, with her pwerful sense of "premonition" or motherly knowledge on some higher level, noticed he wasn't "himself."

She took him to the pediactrician, and our regular ped's assistant saw him. She said he should go to see specialists for a "hernia" about an hour and a half's distance from our house. So we took him.

The pediatric urologist saw him, and explained that it was somewhat normal for him to have a "Hydraseal," which is, in lawman's terms, an opening in the abdominal cavity through which abdominal fluids are exchanged between the abdomin and the "testical" area.

So we took him home. Mind you, it was another 1 and 1/2 hours before we'd be home.

As we were driving home, my wife, sitting in the back seat with the baby, said he didn't look "right." He was changing from normal coloring to a "greenish" hue. I stopped and let her check him under non-moving conditions and he seemed to return to "normal."

We made it home, after flooring it the rest of the way. We began talking about when the NICU personnel said to contact them. With premies, body tempature as a key indicator of problems with health go out the door, it's more likely that a lower body temp would indicate a problem with infection, etc.

My wife told me that he still wasn't acting quite right, and I told her to call her mom to come watch the 2 older kids, while we araqnged to go to the NICU at the local hospital for help and reassurance. She called her mom, then the NICU people. And as she did so, I went to warm up the truck.

When I came up from starting the car, she realized that the baby, who she was holding in her hands, was limp and grey. I immediately took him from her and laid him on our coffee table. Then took the phone from her and called 911. It was after I was talking to the dispatcher that I had my second profound experience with the existence of a God. As I'm telling the dispatcher, who seemed too calm to be acting on his end (he probably was at that point, but just seemed too calm) I heard an audible voice (different from the dispatcher's) yell, "CPR!" I said I'm giving my wife the phone and that I'd try CPR.

The dispatcher proceeded to tell my wife how to perform CPR, with me always being 2 steps ahead of what she was relaying what the dispatcher had said. I was trained a while back in CPR, and had never had a refresher or continuation of training for like 8 years. But I acted as if I'd been trained on infant CPR yesterday. I did it, and HE TOOK A BREATH.

IT WAS LIKE HE WAS BORN A SECOND TIME. What an experience. And to relay it here just solidifies the fact in my mind that there IS a God, and to think otherwise is both unfortunate and ignorant.

I heard an audible voice yelling at me to do CPR. I don't even think the phone was to my ear when it happened. A lot happened in those few moments, but I took a rescucited baby and a better understanding of a presence of God away from the experience.

Our third boy is now four years old.

Thanks for sharing that personal story with us. There is no doubt that you and yours are being looked after. What a great testament to God!

Its kinda ironic that I shared a story here on ATS that was also very personal to me, but felt compelled to offer. Here it is. Just go to my name:

www.abovetopsecret.com...

guz and indian 2 very moving stories,ive lost my cat recently in a traffic accident,the pain it brought me ripped the heart out of me and there still feels a massive hole in the upper part of my body where something is missing,he is my soul mate and didnt care about trivial things in life like going out,friends,possesions,all i needed was to my cat feel like a king around the house,spoiling him with treats,keeping volume levels low so he could sleep etc ,the joy he gave me was immense ,stronger than other family ties where theres egos,attitudes...hes getting me through it bit by bit like catching glimpsies of him when im not expecting it of feeling him rub against my leg for a second,its as if he doesnt want to scare me so wont do a full blown appearance,but the knowing of that i will see him again makes me proud to be his soul mate.

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That's beautiful. I'm greatly sorry for your loss.

I don't want to take anything away from your story, but to me that would be a fantastic demonstration of the beauty of the universe. Maybe it was your friend, maybe it wasn't. What we do know is it's intrinsically beautiful, regardless of the explanation. If it wasn't your friend, you can bet he'd want to do that, and that's what matters.

Again, sorry for your loss.