Father, you were a damn good provider. Your work ethic is one I and many others pray to have. You were a good father, even in times I didn't acknowledge it. You put things aside whenever I was in need. Even in your old age and your poor health you pushed your body to the limit even when others offered to help. They don't raise them like they raised you in today's world, and I hope that changes soon.
You're in God's hands, and I pray one day soon I'll be financially free, so you'll never have to worry about me ever again.
RIP 🙏
You're right, there is. As a Christian I'd always believed that but after my mom died I REALLY believed it. She died in hospice after a severe stroke. She was basically in a coma but I sat with her every day. One day I climbed in the bed with her and whispered that it was ok to go be with Grandma, I'd be ok. She died that night. For a month I'd talked to her but she couldn't talk to me. A few days after she died I woke up early and saw what I thought was smoke at the foot of my bed. From the smoke a picture started to form and I knew I had to memorize it because it wouldn't last. The "picture" was of my mom and grandma, one arm around one another and the other arms waving at me. She came to tell me that she did in fact go be with Grandma. Between their heads was a giant pink flower. I got online to try to figure out what kind of flower it was. It was a peony. When I told Mom's best friend about the experience she interrupted & said, "OH! Your mom's favorite flower!" I didn't know that.
I had something like that happen with my grandfather when he left. He came to say goodbye in a dream. I woke up and told my mom about my wonderful dream with grandpa, and she cried because she had just gotten the news and hadn't told me or my sisters yet.
That's simply beautiful. And, yes, this grandma is crying.
Wow , your second text about remembering her choke my eyes full , thank you for writing a heartfelt comment . I'm so happy you carry her in your heart , damn she made sure you remembered her . This was a strong desire in her heart , God honors those! Ty again , beautiful true story!
That's a beautiful visitation story!!! My 98 year old mother in love isn't doing well and sometimes I think it's my will power keeping her here, and I should be less selfish. But she's been a minister her whole life, wrote 3 books and spoke all over the world. She's been seeing angels in her house. She says they're huge and trying to describe them she imitated movement and said, "Boom. Boom. Boom", like they're so large she imagines that sound? And a minister friend of hers who says she can see into the spirit realm said there's an angel that stands behind her chair like it's guarding her.
Oh, I do know about angels, who are a wonder, and I am certain I would never have survived without the heavenly ones and some human ones. And, BTW, they won't hesitate to hit you upside the head when you need it (grin). They love you.
I don't think there's any other plausible explanation for my still being here after all the dumb shit I've done in my youth BUT that I had some really good angels who knew when I needed to be hit upside the head.
I dont normally talk about this but here goes. When mom passed in hospital, in the room was me, my brother and moms best friend. Ok so I touched moms hand and got a shock from her ring, it was like an electric shock. I started looking thinking the bed was shorting or something. Then my brother said "whats happening" his his on his arm was standing up and he said he was feeling weird. Moms friend then said "I feel weird what is this" I looked at the two of them and said something like "calm down, are you losing it or something". Then it hit me. The weirdest feeling I have ever felt. It was like being in a very strong magnetic/electric field or something. I felt disoriented and i can only describe the room as a full feeling like it was heavy or something. The three of us looked at each other kind of freaked out going "whats happening".
Then the feeling left the room and it felt like something left the room. My other brother and sister came back in the room and I got up and said I am going home, mom is gone. My wife said she is still breathing. She was gone. Was it mom left with dad I dont know. But it changed me. Oh the nurse came in and the whites of moms eyes were black. They were white before the whatever it was. Later in the elevator my brother thought I threw a drink over his legs as they got super cold like someone threw ice water on them. On the drive home I was talking to my brother on the phone and I got a weird feeling up my spine. I said that and my brother was like "holy fuck i had the same feeling when you did.
Another weird thing. After the funeral when I was going to work in the morning. I had a tablet made by Palm. It was on the nightstand charging. Audio started to come out and it was kind of static it was something like "there were tumors the size of golf balls, there was nothing they could do. But they did try their best and I thank then. --- Cancer care centers of america" I stood there freaked out. Looked at the tablet to see if some browser page was open....nope....never randomly did audio like that before..... I seriously was going to talk to a priest instead of going to work. Strange stuff man, but it did change my view of death and things like god.
sorry about the long post, I got on a roll.
This is very similar to an experience I had when my father died. He had a major stroke and was in a coma for two weeks. The experience was so bittersweet because I knew at some point he was in between worlds and wanted to go. I told him we would take care of my mom. Found out later that my sister told him the same thing later that day. He died the next day. He came to the foot of my mom's bed the next night and told her he "I'm here." If you knew my mom. So matter of fact about everything. I kept asking her if she might have been dreaming, and she said "No, I wasn't dreaming. When I reached out to touch him, my hand went right through and I said, 'you're not really here.' He walked around to the side of the bed and put his hands on her shoulders and said "'Honey, I'm here.' Then he was gone."
Anyway, so many little messages since then I could go on and on. Big picture, I lost my father in this earthly life, but gained a certainty in the afterlife that I would never have believed possible.
What's even weirder was I was reading a book a few months later, and there was something in there that made me literally stop breathing as I read it. Apparently the foot of the bed is a very popular place for these visitations. So wild! But so comforting!
Wow that is weird I will share with my mom. When she told me about that I started researching and ran across visitation dreams in particular. Blew my mind because I had one when I was eight and my BFF next door neighbor passed away after removal of a non-malignant brain tumor. I had spoken to her when she was still in the hospital and she was crying. I had been playing outside and didn't want to come in but my mom insisted that I call. She wouldn't tell me why she was crying and she didn't want to talk. I told her I would call her back the next day and I never did. She died the following Saturday. I felt so guilty. Anyway, shortly thereafter I had this dream like no other. It was so linear and so real. I was walking in the park where we played and she was by the tetherball courts. I could smell and feel the air and breeze, it was so very, very real. She told me she came to tell me not to feel guilty or bad and that she was really happy where she was, but that she wasn't going to be able to come back. I understood in the dream that she was no longer living, but kept saying, "that's okay, because you can just come like this and we will still play!" The thing that struck me then and to this day is how much older and wiser she seemed than a nine year old girl (she was a year older than me). And her hair had grown back and she looked just like she did for her First Communion. I kept trying to redirect the conversation to her hair LOL, and she was almost a little frustrated like that's not what I am here to talk about. When I woke up I was so disoriented. It took me several minutes to realize I had fallen asleep in my room. I couldn't shake the feeling that I really did talk to her. It wasn't until I was well into my forties that I had any idea that what happened to me when I was eight was a common experience.
Now if I could only find an artist to reproduce that peony I'll get my first tattoo at the tender age of 54 lol