~The Nice Lady~

One day out of nowhere, my son who was around 4 years of age at the time, started telling me about a really nice lady that came into his room the night before.

He said that she sat down on his bed, tucked him in, and told him not to be afraid of her if he saw her around.  She told him that she was going to be around quite a bit watching over the new baby.

I was divorced from my son's biological dad and married to a new man.  I was also pregnant with his child at the time.

After my son told me about this lady, I couldn't help but wonder who this supposed "person" was my son claimed to have spoken with.  Was it a deceased family member from my family?  Or was it someone from my husband's family?

I asked my son what she looked like and he just said, "I dunno'.  She's got dark hair and she's tall.  And, she's nice." Not very specific, but I simply left it at that.

My husband had some pictures of his mom and dad, who are both deceased, and one afternoon I had begun working on putting some pictures into a photo album for our baby.

While going through the pictures, I had layed them all out on our coffee table in our living room so I could easily sort through them.  My son had not been home at the time.

When my son arrived home later that afternoon, he saw all the photos laying on the table.  He walked towards the table and asked me, "What are you doing"?  So I told him that I was going through some pictures to make a photo album for the baby.

My son immediately picked up a photo of my husband's mom and said, "Hey!  That's the same lady that came into my room!"

I just looked at my husband and then at my son and said, "Really?"  He said, "Yeah, how about that?", then he simply put the picture down and headed into his bedroom to play.

My husband and I just looked at each other.

My husband's parents passed away long before my husband and I got together, and I never had the opportunity to meet either of them.  My son obviously never met them either, he didn't even know what they looked like since he had never seen a photo of them until that afternoon.

And according to my husband, my son was correct, my husband's mom was tall.  Even I didn't know that.


A few months after my oldest son had told me about the nice lady that came into his room, and pointed her out in a picture, I gave birth to my baby a week or so before my expected due date.  It was a boy. 

For the first year of his life, he was constantly looking up at something and smiling or laughing out loud.  He'd smile at something and begin babbling in baby talk to something or someone we couldn't see.  

Both my husband and I believe it was his grandma, my husband's mom.  We both very much believe that she was around watching over him, just as she told my older son she would be.



My husband's Mom

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~A Sign From Her Sister~

This is an experience that my mom had a few years ago.

My mom had recently lost her older sister and was missing her very much.  After reading a magazine that contained some angel stories that involved people asking their deceased loved ones for a sign, my mom decided to ask her sister to give her a sign to let her know that she was okay.

My mom did not ask for a specific sign, but simply asked that her sister give her a sign to let her know that she was okay and that she was happy.  She asked her sister to make it an obvious sign, one that she would not miss.

A few days later, my dad noticed that the old clock that my parents have hanging on their living room wall was open.  It is a clock with a chime in it and you have to unlatch a hook to open it and wind it up with a key.

My parents ceilings are over 12 feet tall in their living room, and the clock is hung half way up the wall, up too high for anyone to reach by standing on the ground or even a chair.  You can only reach it by a ladder.

My parents have not wound that clock in years because my dad hates when it bongs. So, it simply sits hung on their wall, but does not tell the correct time.

My dad noticed that the latch was unhooked, and the case of the clock was open.  My dad assumed my mom had tried to get up to it to wind it and set the time.

My mom however had not touched it.  My mom also had no clue as to why the clock was left open.

Then my mom recalled her request to her sister.  My mom laughed.

My mom's sister has the same clock, and she loved her clock too.  But apparently her husband, just like my dad, hated it when the clock would bong, so she never wound her clock either.  Like my parent's clock, my aunt and uncle's clock simply hangs on their wall as well, not giving the right time.

My mom felt comforted, and took it as a sign from her sister that she is in a very happy place, and that she is just fine.


The clock as you can see, sits way up high on the wall

A closer shot of the clock, dust bunnies and all

The clock as it was found, opened

My mom's sister with her beloved dog Ralph

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~The Comforting~

This is an experience that my mom had.
My mom insists that even to this very day that the experience was very real and very distinct.

This experience occurred a few months after my grandfather had passed away.

Like I have stated in previous posts here on my blog, his passing was devastating to everyone in my family.


He was so loved, and his passing left a huge void in the family.

My mom loved him as her own flesh and blood, and called him "dad".

One night, a few months after my grandfather's passing, my mom was laying in bed.  She began thinking about him, and began crying.  My mom was crying really hard and was feeling completely heartbroken over the death of my grandpa.

She was laying on her left side, facing the middle of the bed when all of a sudden she said the bed sank down behind her.

She said it was very heavy and felt as though someone had sat down on the bed.  She thought my dad had come into the room and sat on the bed, so she turned over to talk to him.

However, when she turned over, there was no one there.  My mom put her hand out onto the bed and said it felt indented, or sunken in like someone was sitting there.

All of a sudden, my mom was overcome with a tremendous feeling of complete and utter peace.  She said she had never experienced anything like it in her life.

She immediately stopped crying and just layed there in awe over this tremendous peaceful feeling that had washed over her.

Then she said it felt like whoever had been sitting on her bed had gotten up.  The sinking feeling on the bed was gone.

My mom said she just layed there on her bed for the longest time thinking about what she had just experienced.

Almost a  half hour passed, and my dad came into the room.  My mom told him all about her experience.  My mom was convinced at the time, and is still convinced to this day that it was my grandpa that had come to reassure her that he was okay, and was telling her not to cry.  He wanted her to know that he was very much at peace.

My mom said that experience brought her a lot of comfort, and still gives her comfort to this very day.


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~My Grandma's Passing~

The night that my grandma left this world; is a night that will live forever in my memory.

My parents received a call that night at approximately 8 p.m, from a family member that was at the hospital visiting with my grandma.

She told my mom that my grandma had suddenly taken a turn for the worse, and advised that my mom and dad and I had better get to the hospital right away.

Once at the hospital, I entered my grandma's room with my dad.  My grandma was awake and very lucid but was having difficulty breathing.   It upset my dad greatly to see my grandma like that, so he chose as other family members did,  to alternate between waiting outside her hospital room in the hallway and the private designated "family room waiting area".

With my uncle sitting on the hospital bed beside my grandma on one side, me on the other, and my aunt sitting on the bed at her feet, we all tried to comfort my grandma as she struggled to breathe.  After years of heart trouble, my grandma's heart was now failing.

I held my grandma's hand tightly, and like the others in the room, I told her how much I loved her. We all told her that it was okay for her to go, to be re-united with the man she loved; her true love and best friend, her husband, my beloved grandpa.

My grandpa had passed away 8 years earlier, and the day my grandpa died, a small part of my grandma died with him.  She was devastated.  While she continued to try and live a full, active life, she missed him terribly.

She traveled and tried enjoying her life the best she could without him, but she was truly counting the days until she would be with him again.  She talked often of how much she missed him, and admitted that she thought about him each and every single day.  She said that he really was her true love, her soul mate.

While laying in her hospital bed, there were a few times my grandma opened her eyes, and was very aware of her surroundings.  She looked at each of us, and at one time even asked for my dad.  I immediately ran to get him, but by the time he entered the room, she had closed her eyes and had slipped back to not seeming to be aware of anything going on around her.

A few times my grandma would open her eyes again, sit up and lean forward.  She would look up to the left corner of her hospital room and say, "Up."  She even tried reaching out at something up in that area.  Of course none of us saw anything.

My grandma was a very strong woman and even referred to herself as "a tough old bird", so it seemed very fitting that there were a few times we thought for certain she was gone, only to be told by the doctor that her heart was still beating.  She didn't go without a fight.

Eventually the doctor came into her hospital room again at our urging, took a listen to her chest again with his stethoscope, and declared that her heart had finally stopped beating.  She was really gone.

She passed away only an hour and a half after all of our family had arrived at the hospital.   Like everyone else in the room I began to cry harder than I already had been.

Everyone left the room.  I simply sat there on the bed beside my grandma, stroking her hair and telling her how much I loved her and how much I was going to miss her.

I was still holding her hand when all of a sudden the room felt really warm.  It was as if someone had suddenly turned the heat up in the room.

I can not explain it, but I had the unbelievable "knowing" that my grandma was still in the room with me.  I even looked over my shoulder to the corner of the room, up towards the ceiling where my grandma had been looking and reaching and I half expected to see her there.  That's how strongly I could feel her presence.  It was strange but so incredibly strong.

At that time I was suddenly overcome with a sense of calmness and unbelievable happiness.  I can not even begin to explain it, nor do I understand it, but I knew that my grandma was letting me know how she felt.

Somehow I felt it, and I just "knew" that she was with my grandpa again and was elated to be with him.  She was happy and at peace.  I can not explain it, but I suddenly felt really happy for my grandma and I felt tremendously peaceful.

I got up off the bed, kissed my grandma on the forehead and walked out of her room. In the hospital hallway outside her room I found many of my family members there who were quite upset about her passing and who were crying.

I approached my uncle who was crying and told him what I was feeling and what I had just experienced.  He looked at me, stopped crying and then said, "You know, it's weird, I can feel it too."


Days before my grandma passed away, she reported to family members that many times when she fell asleep, upon awakening and opening her eyes she would see my grandpa standing in her hospital room.  Then in the blink of an eye he would be gone.  

I very much believe that while my grandma's body shut down and died, her soul, her essence; the part of her that we all loved, simply transformed and left her body.  Her soul is now somewhere else.  

I believe that her soul has traveled on to where we all go when our soul leaves our physical body.  I also believe that she is with all of her deceased loved ones, including my grandpa.  I believe he came for her at her time of death, as do many of my other family members.

I have to admit that experiencing what I did at the hospital after her death, brought me a lot of comfort.  It also lessened my grief after her passing.  

I still miss my grandma very much, even to this very day, but I truly believe, without a doubt, that she is in a far happier place with all of her loved ones that passed on before her.

And I know that when my time on this earth is finished, I will see her again.


Me with my grandma

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