Strange Occurrences Following Death Of A Loved One
Lounge By adonisthegreek1 Updated 2 Jun 2010 , 8:13pm by cakeschmake
I wanted to add something...A couple of people have said things about being angry that people died, and that's perfectly normal.
When they talk about the stages of grief (disbelief, denial, anger, etc) that research was done in reference to people who had terminal illnesses. Most people don't go through all of those stages, and not in that order, especially when it's not a situation when they're the ones who are sick. When someone dies it's often a shock, and everybody handles it differently. Don't feel "wrong" if you have feelings of anger toward the person who died, it's just how you work through losing them.
When my mother died my sister and I acted totally differently, and when my SIL's MIL died I told her to expect that people would do and say some really weird things in the next few weeks. She told me later that it was the best advice she got, because everyone kind of went crazy in their own ways for a while. One guy I know said it all when he said "People grieve strange." 
This is an interesting thread.
When my mom passed away almost 6 yrs ago. we were at the cemetery and my niece's let 2 doves go at the service and they both landed on a grave across the cemetery, and sat there through the rest of the service. The grave happened to be my 16 yr old neice who had been killed in a car wreck a few years earlier.
When my son passed away last year, there were black butterflies everywhere. one landed on my dd's shoulder and sat there. then this year at another funeral[my dd's fil] my 2 younger dds were arguing about something and a black butterfly landed on one of their shoulders. They immedialty stopped arguing. My son's nickname was Frogkingbob on all of his emails and stuff so we collect frog stuff now. We were sitting at his grave this summer and I my dd said "Mom look down at your feet" I looked down and there was a little frog sitting there and it jumped up on my foot and I sat it on Bob's grave.
My 3 yo gs says he talks to Bob all of the time. He bought him a hobby horse before he passed away but didn't get it to him so my dd gave it to him for Christmas last year and if you ask him where he got it he will tell you it is from Bob. He also says that Bob is sitting on it. He will have conversations with him too. We ask him who he is talking to and will tell us what he said. It is things that Tommy couldn't possibly know about on his own. He was only 18 months old when Bob died.
I have heard that spirits or ghosts can talk to children because they are more open minded and don't really understand that they are spirits.
My friend called me a few years back all freaked out. Her son was playing and looked up and asked "mom, who is that little girl?" She asked him where? He said "right there floating above the couch."
This is a little different twist on strange occurances.
When my Dad died, someone offered condolances to me by saying "I understand it was expected" (that my Dad died). Dude, I never expected it--not sure to this day who was expecting it.
Much later my husband lost three of his family members --each had a heart attack and died immediately all within two years. There was a tremendous amount of drama, including people threatening others, etc.
Someone on here was asking about similar family drama and I related that we obviously outlived my in-law's and that is how we survived the ordeal/s. My point being that I went through it but I don't know anything more than hang on because it is so big and so overwhelming. What can you do? I don't know.
Someone else wrongly concluded and wrote in that thread that I was glad my loved ones died. This someone did not know any details including the ones I've just mentioned. The thread was deleted but I would love to offer that person a chance to amend what she said because she was very wrong and it was infinitely painful. If my husband had any clue sucha thing was said he'd be crushed.
I can't go back and tell that insensitive person that I never expected my Father to die 26 years ago. But I'm gonna take this moment to be vulnerable and say how very very much that 'glad they died' comment hurt me. Sticks and stones and words can hurt very much.
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One thing our funeral director said to me was, "Please accept my sympathy in the loss of your (father) loved one." I always remembered that as a good thing to say when needed--that answered the question for me of what do you say when you don't know what to say. kwim. She took my hand in both of hers & said that. Those are some of the spirits I remember.
Kate, people do say stupid things when people die, don't let it get to you. They just don't know what to say when someone dies. Don't let someone's insensitive comment stick with you, especially when they don't know the ins and outs of the situation. You know what you felt, don't worry if other people interpret it wrong, it doesn't change the truth of your experience.
Wow. I step away for a day and a half and look what I came back to. Melvira, that is truly amazing! I would have needed a change of pants! Your son is beautiful!
These stories are all so special. I too heard that spirits go to children for the same reason someone else mentioned. And K8 and everyone else, I am sorry for your losses. People can be so cruel and ignorant sometimes.
Wow. I step away for a day and a half and look what I came back to. Melvira, that is truly amazing! I would have needed a change of pants! Your son is beautiful!
These stories are all so special. I too heard that spirits go to children for the same reason someone else mentioned. And K8 and everyone else, I am sorry for your losses. People can be so cruel and ignorant sometimes.
Thank you Erica! He has changed my life, and I will never be the same, THANK GOD! 
I too believe. My mom passed a year ago today, she had been ill for a long time and once she was put on dialysis we knew it was the beginning of the end. One night while I was in the hospital with her we talked about her passing of course I didn't want to hear it but I knew she needed to talk so I listened, we joked about "The other side" I told her not to scare me that she knew how the supernatural creeps me out so that night we agreed that when she passed she would let me know she was with me by sending me pennies. I am happy to say that I find pennies regularly and in the oddest places. I miss her so much it hurts.
I'm so sorry Kate. When my mother died suddenly and without warning, a woman came into our little store and cornered me asking me all kinds of questions. "Was she sick?" Did she smoke? Did she exercise? all kinds of stupid questions and my first reaction was to tell her go jump in the lake (not so nicely). I just looked at her in the eye and said "you know, I don't know why she died. We were supposed to have coffee and pastries today and now I get to tell the rest of the family she is dead. Forgive me if I don't play nice with you but the one person in this world who love me warts and all is dead." Had she just said "I"m sorry" everything would have been a lot better.
Naynay, I am very sorry for your loss. I hope you finds lots of pennies.
Melvira, your story is amazing and your liitle boy is beautiful!
Naynay, I am sorry for your loss.
I could handle a loved one letting me know they were there through little signs like that. Actually seeing them would creep me out.
At least you know she is still with you.
We were staying in a hotel room in Baltimore over Christmas, 2004. I had a dream on the morning of the 29th. It was all white, all around, and my grandfather appeared in a white outfit. He said "Thank you" and then left. I woke up, glanced at the clock. 7:34am. My husband's cell phone goes off. I wake up my husband and tell him to answer it. I knew, just KNEW what the phone call was.
Sure enough, my dad was calling to tell me my grandfather had just passed away. He had been battling lung cancer for the last year.
Coincidentally, we were in Baltimore getting my FIL treatment for lung cancer at Johns Hopkins. Both cancer cases evolved in the exact same way, they both had the same symptoms, same timeline, everything. FIL passed the following September.
I knew my sweet little Mom had passed well before I got 'the call that nobody wanted to make'. She died seven years ago the day before Thanksgiving.
My Dad was buried on Halloween--he should be the one to come visit yes? I'm waiting, Pop!!!! 
Come on do-own!!!
My Fil passed the day after my birthday. I have friend who's Mil passed on her birthday--
It's funny you mention the timing, I woke up with a start the night that my mother died, and I looked at the clock to see what time it was. Sure enough, about an hour later my sister called to tell me she had died, and I asked her when it happened, and it was when I had woken up.
When my aunt died years ago, she was in the hospital and they said that she started talking to my grandfather (the penny-giver!) right before she died. Then my grandmother said that right after she died she was in the hallway in the hospital and she felt Rosemary "move through her."
NayNay,
My dad told my mom that she'd always see him in "pennies"...he'd leave them for her everywhere...sure enough, she finds them everywhere. Now this is not something anyone else in the family gets, just her. I fully believe that he reaches out to us, me with the dragonflies and her with the pennies...still very much a part of us here in CA.
It's funny you mention the timing, I woke up with a start the night that my mother died, and I looked at the clock to see what time it was. Sure enough, about an hour later my sister called to tell me she had died, and I asked her when it happened, and it was when I had woken up.
When my aunt died years ago, she was in the hospital and they said that she started talking to my grandfather (the penny-giver!) right before she died. Then my grandmother said that right after she died she was in the hallway in the hospital and she felt Rosemary "move through her."
This happened once to me as well. When my great grandmother died I woke up with a start in the middle of the night. I never do that, but something just startled me awake. A few hours later someone called to tell me she had died.
Oh I definitely believe! When my favorite aunt died 10 years ago she made her precense known in so many ways. My mom and their other sisters stayed in Philly with my aunt for the last few of months of her life. My aunt died in Philly but was to be buried in IL so we all flew from Philly to Chicago. When we got to my mom's house, my mom walked in her bedroom and let out a shriek. Neatly laid out on her bed was an all black outfit, the very outfit she had been thinking about wearing to the funeral. No one had in been in that house for 3 months.
On the day of her funeral, I was getting dressed in the room where my aunt used to stay whenever she visited my mom. I reached out to switch on the stereo when all of a sudden loud, funereal music started blasting from the speakers. I was so shaken I ran out of the room in just my bra and knickers. When I had composed myself I went back to the room to switch off the music but before I could even touch the stereo, the music stopped as abruptly as it had started. This was an old fashioned stereo that didn't have a remote control.
I still dream of my aunt at least once a week and it's always about happy, everyday activities that makes me feel she's still very much a part of my life.
I'm a reluctant medium because I seem to always have supernatural encounters although I try very much not to pay attention to them.
KitchenKat, what do you mean by "reluctant medium"???....... I have tons of what I call dreams which really turn out to be signs. These signs freak my daughters out. Case in point. Two years ago, I called my middle daughter in Arkansas and asked her when was she going to tell me she was engaged. She started crying and asked how I knew. I replied "I just knew". She said her boyfriend had "popped" the questioned the weekend before and they hadn't told anyone yet. I laughed and said, I'm going to need at least a year to plan a wedding, so don't get any ideas about anything sooner. She said I "ruin" her idea of surprising me during the holidays.
My younger daughter had meet a friend thru a mutual friend. She thought this girl was in the service but home on leave to take care of her sick grandmother. She called to say she and this new friend were going to drive to my home (Fla) for Thanksgiving. That night I got a really bad feeling about the situation, so I called her and said "do not make any kind of trips with this girl. I don't know why, but I have a really bad feeling about her. I think if you get a car with her, I will never see you again. Please don't do it." My daughter knows my history of "feelings" so she agreed. About a week later, she called crying telling me I was right. That girl was AWOL from the Army and she was also wanted for stalking charges on a female army personnel. I asked my daughter what kind of friend had she been and she said she had just been really nice to her and had not indicated anything other then wanting to be her friend, but the last few days this girl would get mad if she thought my daughter was hanging out with someone else. So my daughter told her to back off and this girl started getting weird with her. I guess that's when my daughter realized this girl wanted more than a friendship. It was the next day, the MP's caught up with her.
is this what you call a reluctant medium? or is this something else?
I think 'reluctant medium' is someone who doesn't necessarily WANT to receive the messages that are sent, but they can't control it, nor shut it out. I've never been reluctant about it, but sometimes it's a little trippy! It still freaks out my hubby once in a while. But that just makes it more fun for me!
We bought my grandma's house when she passed, my grandpa had died about 7 years earlier and my hubby never met him, but he now 'channels' personality traits. This bizarre semi-whistle that grampa used to do. He stands in the exact same place in the exact same posture, etc. It's awesome.
In the beginning it bothered me too, but I'm getting use to. My best friend was killed in an auto accident on December 24 @ 11:24 a.m. I looked at the clock at the exact time and thought of her. I was home with my daughters and we were baking Christmas cookies. My thought was, "I wonder if Denise is home baking cookies w/ Devin". But she was on the highway on her way to her fiance's home. She ususally made cookies w/ her son the day before Christmas, but that year, she had altered her plans w/ her ex husband........
I unforunately, have one about my husband for the future... I really pray it will not come to pass.
I'm a reluctant medium because I seem to always have supernatural encounters although I try very much not to pay attention to them.
KitchenKat, what do you mean by "reluctant medium"???....... I have tons of what I call dreams which really turn out to be signs.....
is this what you call a reluctant medium? or is this something else?
By reluctant medium I meant that I do sense paranormal stuff but I refuse to open myself to those feelings. I don't always see spirits, but I can feel the emotions of a place or thing, kinda like sensing in my gut a faint "watermark" of what's happened before. For example I checked out a house for rent and just knew that someone had gotten sick and died in that house. A few weeks later i met a lady who told me how the husband of the previous owner had passed away in that house due to liver cirrhosis. I don't try to tune into things, it just hits me right out of the blue and at the most unexpected times. Sometimes though I do see things like when a ghostly old man sat down near my friends and I at a hotel lobby. I didn't communicate with the man but I could sense he was pleasant, non-threatening and was just eavesdropping and having fun in the company of us young, pretty ladies.
Believe me I don't want this "ability". That's why I call myself a reluctant medium. I have the "gift" but I chose not to use it. By not actively engaging this ability, I have not developed it. And I intend to keep it that way. I am devoutly Catholic and though the Catholic church acknowledges the existence of the spirit world, we are asked to not to have any dealings with them for we cannot be certain of their origin. I always ask for the protection of the Holy Spirit and call on God's name whenever I feel "spooked".
It sounds like your experiences could be some form of clairvoyance or ability to perceive beyond the five senses. We all have intuition but in some people their intuition is more attuned or heightened and they can pick up on things we normally wouldn't feel. Like your experiences with your daughters.
For the interest of all of us on this thread, it's thought that trauma or strong emotions heightens a person's clairvoyance. This may explain why anecdotally, people who have recently lost or are mourning the loss of a loved one often report paranormal encounters. They are at an open and vulnerable emotional state which allows them to feel what they normally wouldn't perceive.
I had an aunt and uncle that were married for over 60 years. She was a very ill tempered woman and they faught constantly but if one of them was in the hospital or they were apart they were both miserable. When he died she was not very well so we pulled the van she was in up to the grave side for the funeral. She was sitting in the front seat with the window about half down sobbing when a monarch butterfly flew in the window and sat on her shoulder for the entire service. I just touched her on the hand and pointed to the butterfly and she immediately knew my uncle was there with her and stopped crying. I will never forget it.
My sister says that my mom communicates with her by making a broken music box play at certain times but she has never communicated with me.
My sister says that my mom communicates with her by making a broken music box play at certain times but she has never communicated with me.
She probably has but you just didn't think that's what it was. I've had moments where something happened in a split second and I think that I'm lucky, then I think that it's somebody looking out for me.
I had an aunt and uncle that were married for over 60 years. She was a very ill tempered woman and they faught constantly but if one of them was in the hospital or they were apart they were both miserable.
Are we sisters?? My aunt is the same way! It's like they hate each other, but it's almost worse when they're apart!
Speaking of communication, my boyfriend in high school used to call me at the same time every night. After he died my phone would ring at that exact time and there would be no one there. My friend used to tell me that it was just someone messng with me, but I knew better. One night she was spending the night and it happened and she was like, "Oh, come on, you know someone is just torturing you..." I reached over and grabbed the phone and showed her that it WASN'T EVEN PLUGGED IN! She almost pooped herself! A few months later I was living in my own apartment and she spent the night, I didn't even HAVE phone service, but kept the phone out on my nightstand because of him, and it was STILL happening! That really sent her through the roof!
I've had moments where something happened in a split second and I think that I'm lucky, then I think that it's somebody looking out for me.
I've said for quite some time that my guardian angel puts in quite a bit of overtime!
I had a friend in high school. She and her mom always said they could see and sense a little girls presence. She said that one haloween they saw her floating above their coy pond in the front yard. Alot of times my friend could hear her jiggling her bedroom door knob at night.
One time I was at her house. She and I were the only ones there. I was holding a cordless phone. I was standing right by the base. I wasn't touching any buttons. The phone in my hand rang. None of the other phones rang, the base didn't ring, nothing registered on the caller id, and no one was on the phone! My friend said "see, I told you!" That really freaked me out!
We lived in this aparment one time that I always was creeped out in. It had been vacant for a few years and it was above another apartment they only used for storage. I always was scared there, especially in the bathroom area. It just felt like something really bad had happened there. Things also would go missing. We would put things down on the counter and they would be gone minutes later. One night we were home and the lights in the bedroom were off, but there was a glowing from the wall. We went to the wall where there was a metal plate and could see light coming from behind it. We pulled it off and could see directly into the apatment below us. It seriously creeped me out. I always wondered if something bad had happened in one of those two apartments since they were left vacant so long, and that some of that badness had stayed around.
Though I do consider myself a christian, I have found myself questioning things lately and wondering if I would actually be able to watch my girls grow up even if I passed on. This thread has given me some resolve to that question. The idea of being gone and there just being nothing else is a very usettling thought.
A bit of a different story... Oh and Melvira--nice to see you post.
About 18 years ago or so I was driving from a late night class I was taking at a college. It snowy, icy, and foggy and there wasn't a lot of light. I was scared to death. It was a thirty minute drive from one town to the next. I was clutching the steering wheel wondering if I should jus pull over and call my husband and have him pick me up. No cell phones weren't being used then so I would have to drive into some small town and hope to find a pay phone.
I decided to stay on the road and I asked my grandma who had died recently for help. Yes, I also said quite a few prayers
Just ahead of my-- a nice safe distance away a car comes from an on ramp onto the freeway.The tail lights guided me. I follow it and follow it and follow it. The lights guided me and I knew my grandmother had something to do with it. The car pulled off at the exit near the airport and by then the freeway was lit clearly. I could finally breathe.
It took another half hour to get home but I think the streets were a bit better. I was shaking when I finally got home but I knew I got home safe thanks to my grandma. She was always looking out for us.
Oh and now I live in Sunny Southern CA and I don't have to worry about ice and snow on the roads.
Thanks for everyone for sharing their stories
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