Originally posted by Jemison
So very many things. What in particular do you want to talk about or hear about?
Exactly the types of things that you mentioned in your post. Things that you have experienced that gave you peace or that made you just KNOW in your
heart and soul that it was someone trying to contact you and not just mere coincidence.
I think the thing you are looking for is the thing that we find deep within ourselves. But I will give you a few things as examples to help ease your
mind that the loved ones are not 'just gone'.
My brother, age 22. He just passed away June 21st - a few months ago. He was my brother, my friend, like my own son I could spoil and never had to
say no to, never be angry or dissapointed with (I am 13 years older than him). I can't begin to tell you the depth of love I carry for my brother,
for all those I care about - but especialy him - the one we all knew was only here for a short time.
I needed to hold on to him longer than I was allowed. I wasn't ready to accept his death, still haven't really. I stayed at the hospital with his
body until the ME came for him. Many things happened that night, only one I'll tell now or this post will not have an ending. The smoke alarm in
his room went off. It was after we had gone back to mom and dads, we were all still stuned, grief stricken, in shocked stupers. My mother had just
put new batteries in all the smoke detectors a few weeks before this.
It was a thing - mom never went to bed, couldn't sleep untill Aron called to tell her he was safe. It was a 'thing' they had. Mom would tell him
as he left the door "Never worry the momma."
She was so tired, so drained. She couldn't even make a tiny decition like to have a little sugar in her hot tea. She was to distraught and needed
to be taken care of.
Anyway. I needed to get her to bed, the stress was unbelievable as was the shock. She couldn't, Aron hadn't called you see. Remember, shock and
grief - they make the mind go back to child like qualities sometimes when it is too great to bear the burden at hand.
The smoke alarm, his alarm, went off. It was Aron calling home to say he was ok. I had to take the battery out to make it stop. It went off for dad
one morning at the time Aron would usualy say "Mornin' Pops" . (just after he died, mom heard him say "Run momma run" ... My mom hadn't
believed he was gone until that point because I hadn't gotten there to try to bring him back yet.) My brother could never run in his life here. His
beautiful muslces were to tight and painful for that.
I had a few things happen from him for myself on the way home from the hospital that night, also comming home from my moms house.
It hasn't stopped really.
A little joke him and my mom and gramma use to play (quiet humor)... My gramma had a handcream dispencer shaped as an angel. It always sat on the
counter - angel facing the room of course.
Every morning when my brother got up, as a little joke, he'd turn the angel around so the butt was facing the room. The next morning - the butt was
facing the room as always.
My mom, once a florist, has beautiful flower gardens and always has many vases of fresh cut flowers. She is in her guardens daily. Aron had always
liked to hide the easter eggs for the kids - little plastic ones with candies and quarters in them.
Mom went to her guarden (a way for her to get quiet and calm, help her through the grieving process)...in her guarden - where she tends to every plant
there is, every day ... she found a little plastic egg. This one held 2 nickels. Aron, when he was a little guy, use to have a little wind up toy
that played a song, 'My Name is Micheal, I Got a Nickel...' Aron would sing that little song and Aunt Pat would put 2 nickels in his little hand.
It was a big deal for him at the time.
There has been phone calls, things happen, songs happen, dreams. One I will take time to detal for you and post directly to you or here later....not
a 'dream', but a connection. Every little thing has so very much meaning behind it that to tell just one at the full extent would take so much
time...it would be so much better to just talk aobut these kinds of things.
When I was 6 my grandpa committed suicide. No one knew, no one had reason to be worried he was gone for days. He went to the cabin as he did that
time of year to hunt. I woke in the middle of the night screeming and crying - my grandmother and mother took me to the emergancy room - this 'fit'
or what ever it was wouldn't end and was so urgant they assumed I was in alot of pain. Nothing wrong with me, but sedatives were given.
The ER report states the time my 'fit' started. The death certificate states what time they believe grandpa died several counties away....the time
is the same. They didn't know till 3 days later - but a 6 year old knew.
It was a few days later, me and my mom were up very late at the kitchen table. We felt grandpa as if he were trying to get inside the house through
all the doors and windows - all at one time. It wasn't scarry at all. Then, all at once, it stopped. It was like he, me and my mom, we all knew -
at that same moment - he didn't belong here any more. We both cried silently and went to bed. Mom felt his hand on her sholder (as was his way of
showing her conforting affection), and I felt his little finger rub my back (as was his way of comforting and putting me to sleep.) He had lost the
tip of his pinky finger. As a small child I would lay on his sholder. He would rub that finger on my back and it felt funny but put me to
sleep...Grandpa was a very big man, I felt safe in his arms and would sleep sound.)
I better hit send, there may be a limit to how large one post can be....
(no time to proof read)