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

[Comps83]

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

My elderly DF died earlier this week. He was hallucinating a bit towards the end, and the last thing he told the nurse (before she came to get me) was that he thought it was no dogs allowed in the hospital - and pointed to the corner of the room. I so want to believe that either my late dogs, or his parents', came to keep him company as he passed away.

When my DDad was dying, his Mum came to get him I believe. He had a particular way of addressing her when he was alive and he suddenly opened his eyes and used this and smiled and held out his hands. He hadn't spoken for months at that stage or used any facial expressions. He died an hour later, or rather his body did. I believe he was gone at the point he saw his mother.

My grandfather was dying of cancer in another country. I was on a plane to see.him before he passed away. I was obviously upset but managed to fall asleep. In the middle of the night I woke up sobbing. We later worked out that that was the moment he died.

My dgf hadn’t spoken for a few days before he died. Shortly before he did he sat up & said wait for me mum I’m coming. It was quite comforting. But then my Nan said nothing & slowly just passed away in her sleep.

Rainbows visible on leaving the graveyard for both parents' funerals - and two other relatives' too. That is one huge coincidence

After my uncle's funeral in Ireland, we were sitting in the car, on the lakeshore opposite the church.

It was a rainy summer's day but the sun had broken through as his coffin was carried out to the churchyard. Then the cloud had rolled back over.

Whilst we were sitting quietly in the car, a beautiful rainbow formed with one end right in the middle of the lake in front of us. It was so bright you could have reached out and touched it.

My 8 month old DD and I were with my dad in the hospice when he died. Fast forward 3 years to driving the car, DD safely strapped in the back seat when an Ian Dury song came on the radio and DD declared "Pops really hates this song". (He always had)

This thread sure is a tear jerker

@comp83, I'm so sorry for your loss. And congratulations on your baby. Must be a bittersweet time for you.

It wasn't the easiest start to the year that's for sure

My DGM died on the same date as my DGF... 45 years apart. I like to think that he came to meet her.

A black and orange painted lady butterfly appeared on a wreath the morning of my father's funeral. The same butterfly travelled in the hearse, into the church and was photographed later that night still on the same wreath that evening by the grave.
A couple of months later ( October, mum's birthday), myself and my mum were three floors down in an indoor underground car park and a similar painted lady butterfly fluttered around us in a figure of eight for about a minute before disappearing into thin air. Another painted lady visited my sister and her family in Christmas Day.

My mum died when I was 19, my dad 2 years later, almost to the day. As a only child, my parents totally adored me and when they died, I was left totally alone in the world. I've never experienced any of these kinds of things. So what does that mean?

Really good thread give me so much comfort.

After loosing both my parents I know they are together xx

12 days after my beloved Bengal cat died I heard him jump down off the kitchen windowsill as I got up. Told dh, who told me I was imagining it. 3 days later he heard the same thing. Fair play to dh for telling me.

I also felt a paw tentatively tread on my left in bed one night as I was crying. I hate physical things though, I don’t mind hearing things. Not so keen on being touched.

@TwigTheWonderKid. It doesn't mean anything. We are all just looking for signs - where often there are none. You were loved!

This happened to me after staying a few nights with my dad in the hospital mum sent me and my brothers away for a rest one to a friend, me and the other one home. I slept in my parents bed that night and woke with a start at about 10am. Got up was cleaning my teeth when the phone rang, it was mym to say dad had died a few minutes before, at the time I woke up ❤

I also had the most realistic of dreams a few weeks later that I was a child sitting on our old back door step (it was bricked up years ago) like a usual summer saturday scene of my childhood, my mum was hanging the washing out and dad was there in his old gardening jumper, potering about, mum turned round and said to him "oh you came back then!"

Whilst I dont believe my dad us a robin every time I see one in my garden I do think of him and ways talk to it, being in my garden now I'm older always makes me feel closer to my parents. My mum loves to garden too and she doesn't live near me so, I thi k of her as well as dad.

I do question the voice I heard now

At the the time I was convinced but since then I've talked myself out of it. Maybe I wasn't fully awake? Maybe it was the baby making a sound that sounded like his name? Maybe I was cracking up on stress and limited sleep

Weird thing was though that he'd been about to start screaming and as soon as I heard the 'voice' he went instantly went silent for 10 mins

Maybe it was a voice but wasn't my mother . I didn't just presume it was her at the time . Not sure who it sounded like

My dad, who was the least woo person ever, had a very similar experience to you, Fluffy, after our first Siamese died and swore he felt the cat jump on the bed.
Then about three weeks after our second one died I heard a miaow in the house. I was putting on my makeup, not even thinking about the cat at that particular moment. I think he came back to say goodbye.
And a few weeks after my dad died, I was washing the car, going in and out with buckets of water, when I smelled an orange smell, very strongly for a few minutes before it gradually faded away.
All very strange, but kind of comforting.

At the same time my Dad died his sister was out shopping with her grandchildren. All the buttons on her coat suddenly popped off and her grandchildren had to run around picking them up. My Dad was a bit of a joker and she's convinced it was him saying goodbye.

There was also a running joke with our family and my Dad's best friend's family where we had to tell each other if we saw a concrete mixer (we have no idea how this started). On the day Dad died his BF and wife were in Australia and commented that they'd never seen so many concrete mixers in one place, and Dad would have loved pointing them all out.

The day my man died 3 years after my grandad, l swear on a photo graph l have of both of them cheek to cheek my grandad was kissing her on the cheek. I had to look twice the second time it was back to normal. I knew l didn’t need to morn her as she was with the love of her life.

On the day she passed l was in a taxi late for work, which l never was and l would never get a taxi to work the cost was silly. I asked the driver the time and it was 830am and l was looking at the hospital where she died at that time, l didn’t know she was in there.

She has been to see my old house grandad in toe (in my dream), then she told me through a medium that she would kick me I the ankle when l found the person l should marry. When l met my dh l fell over/hurt my ankle numerous times.

A friend said she came home from her husbands funeral and she was sitting in front of the fireplace feeling really down and he appeared to her in the suit he had been buried in. He seemed solid and he smiled and faded away.

She found it comforting. I think I would have kacked myself.

My dd died suddenly when she was 3. In the 4 months following her death we had 26 live red admiral butterflies in our house. I still find red admirals in the house, its a new house, and always around her birthday in January.

Potentially outing because I've told this story in RL but I can't be faffed to NC.

My mum was absolutely desperate for grandchildren. Nagged about it for years, obsessed with babies etc. So when DD was born she was ecstatic, absolutely doted on her and they were very very close.

Sadly, when DD was 2 my mum died in hospital . A few months later, DD was became very, very ill with what turned out to be pneumonia. We took her to the same hospital.

So we were in children's resus. DD's levels (SATs?) were awful and she was on oxygen. She was a bit out of it and just sort of staring at the wall and smiling. All very scary. All of a sudden she perked up a bit and tried to take her mask off and talk. She said, Oh! Where did nanny go?"

She was fine in the end . I'm not woo at all and I'm sure she was just delirious but I like to think her nanny was watching over her that day

Nothings happened to me personally except a double rainbow came out on the day my grandad died (it was rainy and sunny, coincidental but heart warming). I remember when my best friends dad had died, we were walking home from secondary school and talking about him and suddenly the wind blew loads of cherry blossom petals out of nowhere. No cherry blossom trees around (there obviously must have been somewhere just not on that road that we could see) and they completely covered the road we walked down, and there was some kind of significance between my best friend and her dad and this particular petal. I think it might have been his nn for her or something, can't fully remember as it was over a decade ago, but remember it being really odd and a massive coincidence. We'd never seen any of those petals on our way home before and we'd walked that way home for years.

After my mum died in hospital, I got the bus home and walked the last 15 minutes back to her house as it was a lovely late summer afternoon. As I was walking through a very quiet housing estate (no kids out playing etc), I heard ‘coo eeh’ (my mum always did it). Clear as day, so much so I turned around ...nobody there.
I then walked into her empty house and went out into the bank garden with a mug of tea (and a smoke). By this point my mum had been dead about 5 hours. There on the patio table the most perfect white feather (I still have it).