Weird things that have happened after the death of a loved one

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I noticed our local uni had a seminar regarding the impact of hearing / sensing / seeing a loved one after death and it got me thinking about the things I've heard and how it must be a pretty common phenomenon

My mother died unexpectedly a week after I had my baby last month . I was wide a wake and clear as day heard someone say the baby's name

Apparently a butterfly followed her coffin into the church and landed on her friends knee

My grandmas watch stopped at the time her twin brother died

When my grandad died we had his urn and a collage of photos on the table in his house. A baby robin flew in and landed on the picture and then the urn before flying out again

Apparently my G G grandmother saw her son in her bedroom the moment he was killed in Ypres

I'm sure most of these are just coincidence and I can only vouch for the voice I heard but I'd be interested in hearing others stories

Grandmother was admitted to hospital that day. She wasn't 'frail' and we were fully expecting her to be back out next day at latest (this had happened a few times).
Out at the local diy store I had a sense of a strange cloud engulfing me and I thought I was going to collapse. I had my baby DD with me and I had to put her down.
We found out this was the time she passed.
I believe she came to visit us before she 'left'.

When my uncle had a heart attack and died my gran (his mum) saw my long dead grandad in the lounge. She liked to think he'd come to get my uncle, it gave her a lot of comfort.

When my MIL passed, for weeks afterwards our 3 yo GD kept saying that she came to see her at night. She could describe what she was wearing and what they talked about. Very random.

And while I remember, years ago 20+, a relative of mine who was in my car came over all funny and said that she thought someone in the family had passed. I thought she was as mad as a box of frogs.

Later that night, we had a phone call to say that a distant relative had died that afternoon.

I'm not sure how you explain any of this but it's a bit weird.

The day of my DM's funeral I was only my own in the kitchen getting ready with the radio on when 'her' song came on (was the song we had played at the crem)

When my grandfather was in hospital, my grandmother sat with him all day and the nurses sent her home to rest. She came home, ate dinner and got ready for bed. As she was lying down in bed she felt my grandfather come in the room and tell her she would be fine. So she sat up and said she felt completely serene and peaceful. Then the hospital called to say my grandfather had just died.

A very close family member passed away. His son was only just turned 3 when he passed. We saw him in the garden and he was chatting away by himself next to a big tree they have. This was only a few days after my DB passing.

He came back inside a little while later looking so happy. He came up to me and gave me a hug (normally he isn't a huggy child) and then went to his mum and said, Daddy says everything will be ok. He also told his mum that his Daddy says that he can have his bicycle when he is big.

I still get goosebumps when I think about that moment.

He still talks to his dad at the tree a year later. DB was an athlete so had a few bicycles but his son is very particular about which of these is his.

When my Grandad was terminally ill he was in a hospice. My Dad was listed as the contact if anything happened at night due to my Gran being deaf. I was 12. The night he died I woke up at 1:55am, properly awake not that groggy middle of the night awake. I went & woke my Dad up & said the phone was going to ring about Grandad, he went downstairs & did 1471, thinking I’d been woken by it, last call was early evening. The hospice called at just after 2:10am to say he’d died. I’m not woo but I was incredibly close to my Grandad.

My great grandma, great aunt (grans sister) and my gran, have all died on bank holiday weekends. All on a Sunday.

When my FIL became ill, we had a call in the early hours of the morning to say he had had a stroke. DH went straight over to the hospital. I went back to bed (we had a small DD, I'm not heartless) and 'something' whizzed into the room near the ceiling in one corner of the room, crossed the ceiling very fast, making a 'whizz' noise and exited through the diagonal corner.

Poor FIL clung on to life for about a month and then died. At his funeral, a very big turquoise dragonfly kept flitting around his wife and many kids (they seemed oblivious to it, but those of us on the opposite side of the grave all saw it). Then years later, when DH and I moved to the seaside, we went and had a little celebratory drink on the seafront on our first day there. A large blue dragonfly joined us on the beach.

I'm very sorry for your loss op.

Very tenuously, less than 24 hours after the death of an aunt, I was in the car and the clock changed to a much earlier time, then back to the actual time.
As that aunt had sent me a note saying "I really think from my own experience that the people who were close to us in life remain close to us for some time after they die and at intervals, much later on" I did wonder if it was her, as it had not done that before or since.

I knew my auntie was very unwell (cancer) but we were hopeful she would pull through. I was at work and I suddenly found myself feeling really sad and my heart heavy. It was a weird feeling. I knew something was wrong. I called my dm who was about to call me to say she'd died.

Oh, a cousin and a friend have both had dead relatives appear to them and tell them that they were fine, one even had a hug, they both said it was as if the relatives were actually physically there.

A few days after my dad died I was walking along the road and saw the first butterfly I'd seen that year. I thought about how much my dad loved that particular butterfly, and it kept pace with me for a little while and then suddenly was nowhere to be seen.

I don't believe in all the stuff about white feathers.

However, two days after a relative died I had to go for a job interview and the journey there was stressful for various reasons, as I was about to give up a white feather drifted past my open car window and floated there for a second. I went to the interview and got the job.

I know it was a coincidence but it helped.

Also at the time she died I was busy doing something else and suddenly had this thought that she'd just died. When I spoke to somebody else the next day, who didn't know her well, they told me that at x time they had suddenly thought of her and it was, unknown to them, the exact time she'd died.

My ex was abusive and I didn't have a great relationship with his parents (they didn't believe he was abusive and wouldn't hear a word against him.) I hadn't seen them for years after we split up.
I heard through the grapevine ex's dad has died. Shortly after I had a short and vivid dream where his dad, looking younger and healthier than I'd ever seen him, gave me a hug and said he knew the truth and that I hadn't been lying. It could be coincidence of course but never happened again.
Then a few years later I thought I saw ex's mum walking up to my house, but it didn't feel real it was really strange. I opened the door to check and no one was there. About an hour later I got a text to say she had died.
For about the next fortnight a song that she always played haunted me. Its an old song you don't really hear anymore. It came on the radio, the tv, was playing in shops, kept popping into my head at random times. Then after her funeral it all stopped and I've never heard it again.

Abusive exh died suddenly in an accident abroad. At his funeral (in blighty) the lights went out. "That's [exh]!" exclaimed a stupid relative. Then that night at home in bed, my bedside light went out for no reason. I wasnt best pleased : surely the bastard couldn't carry on torturing me from being the grave. Thankfully not - phew. He's dead and gone.

My grandad had been diagnosed with terminal cancer, and our whole family got together in a social club for a 'last night out' before grandad became too ill. To keep buying drinks simple, everyone had put money into a kitty, so there was a glass on the table with a couple of hundred quid in notes and quite a lot of coins (change from previous rounds). Conversation turned to my uncle, who had died in his 30s some years before. There were a few years about how he should have been with us, and as we raised our glasses to toast him, the 'kitty' glass exploded! Coins and glass flew everywhere!

Sorry for your loss OP. The day my dad died, we’d gone home after being at the hospice since the early hours. DH put the tv on and all of a sudden it switched off. He found that a lead had come out of the back. Never happened before never happened since and it’s not a lead which would get knocked or pulled iyswim. I think it was dad he lived his tele and he always said he’d send me a sign. There have been many other strange things too.

Also congratulations on your new baby OP

My brother died in 1998 at the age of 17. My DS 6 obviously never met him but often says that he misses him. When asked what he means he will say that his uncle sometimes sits with him in his bedroom and it makes him happy. My DS is the spitting image of my brother which makes it all the more bittersweet.

My grandmother died during the day. That night, right on midnight, a toy piano, battery operated that was turned off, suddenly started playing.

Our best man died of cancer. That night, at bedtime, I locked the back door, walked away, and I heard ‘click’. I went back and checked. Door was unlocked. I locked it again, walked away, same thing happened again. I opened the door, and said we love you Jim, good night, it’s time to go. Never happened again.

Many years ago one of my gfs died.

He was a really active man and didn’t think he would ever die.

Sudden heart attack during the night. He shouted out, ambulance was called but they called his time of death at 1.10am

The following night we were all awoken to a loud crashing and banging

We crept down stairs thinking burglars

In one of the back rooms there was a glass fronted cabinet that had nothing in it and nothing else in the room

The cabinet was standing but it looked like someone had ripped both doors off the cabinet the way the wood around the hinges was split.

We looked at the time and it was 1.12am.

It had taken us a couple of minute to discover the damage.

So sorry for your loss Comps. Crying here about all these beautiful but sad stories.

I remembered another

After my grandmas funeral we had her music playing on her CD player . I walked towards it and when I got to it the volume shot up really loud as if someone had turned the dial really fast
I always put that one down to a technical glitch but maybe not!