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Occurances after the death of a loved one

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Has anyone ever had strange things occur after the passing of a loved one? In Sept. of '03 my (maternal) grandfather passed away. The day we (my mother, father and I) got home from his funeral I noticed one of my mother's wot-knots(sp?) had been moved to the floor...I didn't say anything, but my mom soon noticed it and asked me if I had moved it. I told her no, she asked my dad, same answer. A couple nights before (about the day after he died, those days kind of runs together) we were all sleeping in my parents bedroom(had a king size bed so we fit...) because we didn't want to be alone at the time. In the middle of the nightmy mom woke me up and asked me if I had gotten up and bumped into anything. No. She said that she had found one of her wot-knots(a different one) in the middle of the floor. On the night we had got home from his funeral, I was up late(couldn't sleep, for obvious reason) I was roaming the kitchen and I heard some one talking. I couldn't make out what they were saying, they sounded distant. I checked to see if any t.v. s were on, and they weren't. I would have brushed it off, but the next day I learned that my cousin had had a similar experiance the same night. Also, every once in a while I'll get a whiff of cigarette smoke (my granfather smoked, event though he wasn't supposed to). The thing about it is no one in my house smokes, and I'm allergic to cigarette smoke. When I smell this smoke I don't get sick. I attribute those occurances to my grandfather because of their timing. Aside from the smoke, we haven't had any of the other things happen since those few days after his death.

Has anyone had experiances like this?

Is this kind of thing common?

Thank You

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I think what you've experienced is pretty common.

Friends and relatives that have passed often come back for a look-see leaving behind a small sign that they've been there.

Something that you can relate easily to that person.

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I am a bit hesitant to speak of this since I have never told anyone about it before . . . .

For a long time after my wife's death, I guess I was in denial. I would put two plates on the table and prepare enough food for two. She had been sick for a long time and I prepared her meals. I would sometimes be angry because she was taking so long in the shower . . . . at least I imagined that's where she was . . . . and I would enter the bathroom to have reality hit me and to realize that she was gone.

Sometimes I would call her name or shout out a question, "Where's my blue striped tie?"

But one night I was sitting in a deck chair on the back porch and looking out over the city lights. . . . I had a can of beer perched on the railing of the porch . . . . and suddenly she came out of the house. She had this smile . . . . I mean, it was HER smile . . . . and she asked me how I was doing. I said, "Not good. Damn, I miss you." She nodded and said, "Me, too."

I don't remember what we talked about. I just remember talking and accepting her presence as if it was something natural. Then she walked closer to me and said, "Give me a drink . . . " and she took the can of beer.

Suddenly she was gone. It was like she had stepped around a corner or something but she was gone. I got upset then. Not scared or angry but just upset. I went inside and locked the sliding glass door and soon after I went to bed. I kept remembering what had happened and finallly convinced myself that I had fallen asleep and had dreamed the entire episode.

The next morning I was in the kitchen eating and I looked out of the glass doors to the porch. My can of beer was at the far end of the railing, where she had been standing. I had not moved to that place and still today I can't honestly say how the beer can got to the far end of the porch railing, unless . . . .

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when my father died, about a couple months later, at exactly 2:17am (which was his birthday) or around that time my family would recieve phone calls from a number containing all 0's and no one would talk, sometimes it would be static, somethings it'd be just plain nothing, i've always thought it was kinda of weird

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Iaapac, first let me extend my sympathies! Second, your story is by no means the first of its kind that I've heard. Back in the late nineteen hundreds there was a well-known academic (sorry, I've forgotten his name) who said that his dead wife visited him often, always looking perfectly normal and alive. In fact, he argued with her about whether or not she was real and even conducted an experiment to try to test her reality. He had a very nice pen she had given him. One day he gave it to his housekeeper with instructions to hide it when he wasn't home and to not tell him where. She did and the next time he saw his wife he asked her if she knew where the pen was hidden. She went directly to a closet and took the pen from the back of a high shelf there, thus convincing him of her objective reality.

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Stories like these are not uncommon . . feeling a presence and/or occurences happening after the death of a loved one. Personally, I think of it as part of the grieving process.

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The day my father died I came home from the hospital and was in the kitcen with a can of beer. I said out louod thta I was going to miss him and just then a bag of potato chips that had been sitting securely on a counter in the dining room made a sound like it had been slapped and then it fell to the floor. It was just the kind of thing that my Dad would've done when got really bad news or when he was fustrated about something. That was the long and short of it. It just made the sound and appearence of being slapped off the counter and on to the floor. So far I've not seen or heard anything else. It's just one of those things that you kind of remember. Fortunately, I was wide awake so I was sure that I had not dreamt it.

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I am a bit hesitant to speak of this since I have never told anyone about it before . . . .

For a long time after my wife's death, I guess I was in denial. I would put two plates on the table and prepare enough food for two. She had been sick for a long time and I prepared her meals. I would sometimes be angry because she was taking so long in the shower . . . . at least I imagined that's where she was . . . . and I would enter the bathroom to have reality hit me and to realize that she was gone.

Sometimes I would call her name or shout out a question, "Where's my blue striped tie?"

But one night I was sitting in a deck chair on the back porch and looking out over the city lights. . . . I had a can of beer perched on the railing of the porch . . . . and suddenly she came out of the house. She had this smile . . . . I mean, it was HER smile . . . . and she asked me how I was doing. I said, "Not good. Damn, I miss you." She nodded and said, "Me, too."

I don't remember what we talked about. I just remember talking and accepting her presence as if it was something natural. Then she walked closer to me and said, "Give me a drink . . . " and she took the can of beer.

Suddenly she was gone. It was like she had stepped around a corner or something but she was gone. I got upset then. Not scared or angry but just upset. I went inside and locked the sliding glass door and soon after I went to bed. I kept remembering what had happened and finallly convinced myself that I had fallen asleep and had dreamed the entire episode.

The next morning I was in the kitchen eating and I looked out of the glass doors to the porch. My can of beer was at the far end of the railing, where she had been standing. I had not moved to that place and still today I can't honestly say how the beer can got to the far end of the porch railing, unless . . . .

thats a really moving story... but its so weird how i found this because the other day i had been reading this book about Saints and magic that Christians used. It said stuff like if you make them dinner, the ones that past on, that you are giving them energy as they suck it out of the food and it strengthens your relationship with them even more. but u cant give them meat for some reason... the book also warns to be careful because you may get trickster spirits. but after a year or so this will happen less often and information flows more freely between you and the deceased one. :tu:

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Hello Friends:

When my grandmother (on my Mothers side) died, I was living

in Orlando,Florida(She died in Puerto Rico) and I knew she was

sick but I had any Idea she'll could go so soon.

Any way one night I was sleeping (Iwas married at the time) and I

felt like someone caresing my head, I open my eyes but my wife

had her back towards me, I started to turn to my other side and I sow

my grandmother standing besides me she smile at me and take two

steps back her form going true the window (two stories high) like in a

fog. The phone in my night stand ring and it was my mother to tell me

that my grandmother(my nana) had died.

I belive my grandmother came to tell me good bye one last time. :)

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these are all touching stories, I'm glad I'm not the only one who has had experiances ^_^

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I've had some odd things like this happen:

My family has an odd habit of photographing loved ones' graves after the burial with all the funeral flowers on them. They did this after my grandmother died, and I couldn't beleive what I saw after the photos were developed. There was a rainbow-like image on every picture of her grave. At first, I thought this was a trick of the light, but the photos were taken at different angles. No other photos on that roll or from that cemetary had the rainbows on them. I'd like to think that this was a message from her telling us she was allright.

I've also smelled some things that shouldn't be there recently. My first sweetheart died suddenly about a month ago and shortly afterward I smelled his cologne. There wasn't any logical source for that odor. We broke up years ago, but he was very special to me, and I had a lot of regrets. Would like to think he stopped by to say "hi," or "bye" or something like that.

The day my grandfather died, his pet duck fell over and died, too.

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Once a year for about 5 years after the death of my mother I would have a certain dream. My mother and I would meet for dinner at The Old Spaghetti Factory. She would always wear the same burgundy dress. She'd say it was new and ask me how I liked it. Then we would sit down and I would fill her in on what had happened since she died. The dream always started the same, but then I'd tell her what had actually happened during the previous year. I remember these encounters as very warm and comforting.

My mother had had a difficult life, dealing with mental illness and alcoholism, an incestuous father and my dad had cheated on her many times. When she died I knew she was free. My father and brother, both practicing alcoholics at the time, counted the days since her death and spent many a night getting drunk and blaming themselves, "if only I'd called her more!" etc. I was 17 at the time and felt deeply disgusted by what I perceived as their narcissistic grandstanding. To my mind, my mother's death was her tragedy, not ours; she was the one who'd lost her life, not us (I was 17, folks and pretty angry). So I made a promise to her not to carry on as my father and brother did; it was my way of honoring her.

So I never cried over her death and kept my silence until one day she came to me while I was awake and told me that she released me from my promise, that it was okay for me to grieve. I didn't know what she was talking about, but not a week later my brother decided unprompted to tell me how our mother had really died. You see, I'd been told that it was an accident, but my brother revealed that she'd been murdered and I knew it was time for me to have my grief. I cried and cried like an old Irish woman at a wake, I started keening as if she'd just died. It was the purest, clearest, most healing experience of emotion in my life up to that point and the beginning of my life as a spiritual healer.

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when my uncal died, i felt shocked and sadend, i would lie down and think for hours on end.

But one day i just stopped crying, no grief, no nothing. i got the feeling as if he dident want to to cry, to just live my life, now i accept death for what it is, it just dosent scare me like it did.

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Wow, some of these experiences are very moving and saddening, too...

Anywho... On July 4th, 1999, my grandma was no longer able to walk. She had been the closest person to me ever since I was younger and I was and am the favourite grandchild. I remember clearly how, after being kicked out of preschool, I spent my days with her. Well, when she could no longer walk, she finally went to the Doctor, more out of force than will, to see what was wrong. Lung Cancer. It was already in the 4th stage and the Doctors could do nothing about it. I was devastated. The days went on and I saw her often. Then, on the night of November 20th, I clearly remember where we were. At this point she'd been moved home and I was talking to her about Pokemon, since it was new at that time. When we went to leave, I hugged and kissed her and told her I loved her. She told me she wanted to know more about Pokemon next time I see her. The next morning, while playing with the neighbour, Grandpa called and told us she had died. I remember some of the things that happened after that... but there were some occurances.

On November 21, 2000, a year after her death, I was plagued with a terrible migraine and all I could think about was my grandmother. I sat there in my fourth grade class, crying and nearly had to be sent home. Then, two years later in Sixth grade, I walked past my teacher and suddenly I smelt White Musk. The exact perfume my grandmother wore ALL the time.

Sometimes, I even imagine she is hugging me, or sitting with me. Watching me... And sometimes I wonder what it will be like when she finally is laid to rest. This Spring break, we're supposed to go to Pueblo, Colorado to meet with Rosalie and bury my grandmother's ashes on top of her brother who had been very close to her...

And yes, for the last few years I have, without realizing it, been sleeping in the same house as my grandmother's ashes.

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My brother had a friend who died in a car accident when he was fifteen. I was shocked and very sad. :cry: I cried so hard at the funeral as did many people. When I went to bed that night, I was still crying and praying that he felt no pain. I heard him whisper the words 'thank you'. It was plain as day. After that I knew he was okay.

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my grandmother died a few years ago. I'd never had any manifestations of her at all. Until last fall. The office where I worked had a big kitchen, away from the desks of employees, there was no one around, it was around 4. I go in to wash my coffee cup and this odor appears, a strong odor, like someone had been cooking. No one around, no lunches in the trash, and I'm thinking to myself, I know that smell, I know it, what is it????

then it hits me. Grandma was Italian and an awesome cook, she made this Easter Bread, with Romano and Prosciutto and herbs, a very smelly but delicious bread, I've never seen or heard of this recipe anywhere else. This was the smell. At that moment, tears swelled up and I said 'Hi Grandma, God how I miss you'.

I finished washing my cup and left. I recently told my dad of this event, he absolutely does not believe in ghosts and will argue anyone who says anything about it, well, this story left him speechless.

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when my grandfather died, a couple of years ago. For Chinese people they have the first 49 days for the deceased to say goodbye before they leave, or the first 7 days.. i forgot... but on the 7th at midnight i sat up in the middle of the night and started crying.... for about a half an hour and then i went to sleep...my mom asked me if i knew that i was crying... and i said no.... :hmm: we didn't say anything to each other and just kept it to ourselves both knowing that it was probably my grandpa... :cry:

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Yesturday my grandmother passed, who was also one of the closest people to me. Sometime between a half hour to an hour after, I walked to the front of her house and noticed something flying, my first thought was a balloon that was let go, but oddly it wasnt getting higher up, it started just coming across the sky also passing over the house, and when it was almost directly over i noticed a point to it, which somewhat eliminates my balloon theory. One final thing was that by the time I told my mother to come outside, I saw it for at least 5 more seconds and she could not.

One other thing I just got word on, My aunt who was there at the time noticed the heater was on later that night(and this is a summer day/night with 85+ temp) When she checked the thermastat(sp?) it was on Max.... with only 4 of us being by it never touching it

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My mother had cancer for over 10 years. It had became incurable but was very slow growing. Mum still had years left to live. She was suffering though having had a few falls before I went on holiday (including a fall down the stairs). When I went to Israel on holiday, a friend took us to the Western Wall. He showed us the process of writing a prayer on paper and putting it within the cracks on the wall. Something thousands of people do at the site as well as saying a prayer...

I decided to part take in this and wrote on a piece of paper something along the lines of either bring my mum a miracle cure or take her quickly and as painless a way as possible... When I returned home, mum had said that while I had been away she had a rash on her back which she received cream for. I massaged her feet with aloe vera which I brought her back from Israel. Mum and me would usually have a laugh. There was some of the green aloe vera gel had gone in under her toes. I said, next time the care workers are in with you, tell them your toes are really painful and they might think when they see the gel your feet are poisoned...

The irony of this joke was mum actually was full of poison unknown to anyone. The rash she talked of was blood poisoning not picked up by a skin specialist. Within a week she rushed into hospital. Within a month she was dead. Her bowl had been rupturing. Mum had suffered badly with her cancer and was blind,,,This even although she was in pain for a few hours or less, had pretty much taken her from us quickly and unexpectedly.

Not long after her funeral, my father was in the house asleep. He heard a noise downstairs, got up to take a look and the TV was on full blast on a channel he hadn't been watching. He was bemused. He then went out the back for a smoke. When he came back in, he turned the lights off and went to go back up stairs. As he took his first step, the alarm clock in the bedroom started to go off.

I have had a few strange experiences myself but unrelated to my mother.

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Hey MarkShannon - Welcome to UM. Just wanted to let you in on a little something. This topic was started back in 2005 I believe and before you posted today, the last person to speak on this topic was 2008. So, just in case you were hoping to have people discuss this with you, this topic is old enough most wont bother.

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It has happened to me.when my dad passed away in jan 15,08 ..when he was here he would allways be on his pc.

After he passed i would hear his chair move at night and I would hear him walk down the hall.

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nvm

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