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originally posted by: JAGStorm
For those of you following my story you know my mom recently passed away.
I would also like to thank those of you that have reached out. You have truly touched my heart.
I have a story that will stay with me for as long as I live.
A few months ago my mom and I were chatting while sitting outside. Out of nowhere she tells me when
She was a little girl a fortune teller told her that she was a crane in a past life. Yes the tall lanky bird. I almost burst out laughing because
My mom was the shortest little person, with VERY short legs. She did not resemble a crane at all.
A couple of months pass and she ends up in hospice. It was a normal morning. I went there alone. A few minutes into my visit
this big freaking crane comes right up to her door as if its looking in. My heart…………………….
My heart……………
Right there in that moment I knew… I knew I was going to lose her. As if the grim reaper himself was coming to collect her soul…….
The pastor walks in and talks with me.
A few minutes later my sweet mama is gone.
I tell the nurse and the pastor the story. The nurse said they never get cranes there and that it was tapping on the window before I came.
All three of us start crying.
I tell the pastor I’m sorry for the superstitions whatever, and she looks straight at me and tells me she has heard and experienced way too much to negate these things as true signs.
I have a photo I took of the crane but it didn’t want to load on here. Ill try later.
After thinking about the crane, I almost believe it was my dad impatiently waiting for her.
originally posted by: JAGStorm
For those of you following my story you know my mom recently passed away.
I would also like to thank those of you that have reached out. You have truly touched my heart.
I have a story that will stay with me for as long as I live.
A few months ago my mom and I were chatting while sitting outside. Out of nowhere she tells me when
She was a little girl a fortune teller told her that she was a crane in a past life. Yes the tall lanky bird. I almost burst out laughing because
My mom was the shortest little person, with VERY short legs. She did not resemble a crane at all.
A couple of months pass and she ends up in hospice. It was a normal morning. I went there alone. A few minutes into my visit
this big freaking crane comes right up to her door as if its looking in. My heart…………………….
My heart……………
Right there in that moment I knew… I knew I was going to lose her. As if the grim reaper himself was coming to collect her soul…….
The pastor walks in and talks with me.
A few minutes later my sweet mama is gone.
I tell the nurse and the pastor the story. The nurse said they never get cranes there and that it was tapping on the window before I came.
All three of us start crying.
I tell the pastor I’m sorry for the superstitions whatever, and she looks straight at me and tells me she has heard and experienced way too much to negate these things as true signs.
I have a photo I took of the crane but it didn’t want to load on here. Ill try later.
After thinking about the crane, I almost believe it was my dad impatiently waiting for her.
Long story short. I've never in my life seen a white dove until my grandmothers funeral. But that happened too. And butterflies, to exploding paint.
originally posted by: JAGStorm
For those of you following my story you know my mom recently passed away.
I would also like to thank those of you that have reached out. You have truly touched my heart.
I have a story that will stay with me for as long as I live.
A few months ago my mom and I were chatting while sitting outside. Out of nowhere she tells me when
She was a little girl a fortune teller told her that she was a crane in a past life. Yes the tall lanky bird. I almost burst out laughing because
My mom was the shortest little person, with VERY short legs. She did not resemble a crane at all.
A couple of months pass and she ends up in hospice. It was a normal morning. I went there alone. A few minutes into my visit
this big freaking crane comes right up to her door as if its looking in. My heart…………………….
My heart……………
Right there in that moment I knew… I knew I was going to lose her. As if the grim reaper himself was coming to collect her soul…….
The pastor walks in and talks with me.
A few minutes later my sweet mama is gone.
I tell the nurse and the pastor the story. The nurse said they never get cranes there and that it was tapping on the window before I came.
All three of us start crying.
I tell the pastor I’m sorry for the superstitions whatever, and she looks straight at me and tells me she has heard and experienced way too much to negate these things as true signs.
I have a photo I took of the crane but it didn’t want to load on here. Ill try later.
After thinking about the crane, I almost believe it was my dad impatiently waiting for her.
originally posted by: network dude
a reply to: JAGStorm
I know this is supposed to be solemn, and sad, but it made me smile to imagine your dad with his arms folded tapping his foot waiting impatiently. That was a wonderful story, and I can't think of a better explanation.