Weird things happening after someone dies

[Rosieposy89]

Has this happened to you?

I have unfortunately just lost a relative and their partner found their kitchen clock stopped the same time they died.

My grandad died earlier this year and all that week my daughter's toys kept going off on their own and the nightlight was flashing on and off (it's touch sensitive).

I do find it comforting but I feel weird about it all!

When my dad died last year me and DH were away from home for 3 days. When we got home our clock which sits on the sideboard was in the middle of the living room floor.

The clock had been there for over a year and never moved plus if it had just fallen it would have been close to the sideboard not as far as it was.

We thought it odd (never thought to look at what time it was showing). A couple of days later we had to go to nurse my mum and, again, when we got home a week later the clock was in the middle of the floor.

Mum was in hospital and we could not visit because of covid. She died a couple of days after we got home and for 3 days in a row we would get up and the clock was on the floor.

On the 4th day we were sitting on the sofa eating a takeaway and started talking about the clock. We were across the other side of the room from the sideboard. We suddenly heard a thud and there was the clock in the middle of the room again. It was like it had been thrown across the room.

Yes lights flashing, seeing things out of the corner of my eye etc

My mum died last November and a butterfly visited my garden for a few days after (in November!). I fed it sugar water from a saucer and it was there a couple of days until it went off.

The dog didn't react when a stranger drove my dad's car home. The dog always reacted to the car coming on to the drive, especially if he'd been away a few days.
He didn't lift his head.

At the wake of my grand father, several of family were sitting by him chatting, and candle started flicking while there were no wind or anyone moving. That is still vivid in my memory.

When my nan died when I was around 15, I could smell her really distinct smell around the chair she used to sit in in our living room. I forget if anyone else in the house could also smell it. I'd put it down to a psychological thing / olfactory hallucination these days but it was very real to me at the time.

Also my clock stopped on the evening she died. Probably just needed a new battery but again as a teen I found it a bit woo.

My mum's hibiscus flowered in February on the day we scattered her ashes in her garden. I am sure this is just a weird freaky bit of chance. But still....

More dramatically my husband woke up suddenly at the likely exact moment his mum died. Bolt upright with a gasp, and uttered 'Mum!' Twenty minutes later the care home rang to tell us she'd died.

@faffadoodledo oh wow. That reminds me when my nana died, we got given a standard bunch of flowers and they refused to die

@mydogisthebest sorry for your losses. That is incredible and there's no rational reason for it

A few days after my Mum died my daughter knocked over her easel with all the letters on it. I picked them all up, got up and made sure I hadn't missed any. When I sat back down on the settee an "X" was there on the carpet. That could have been coincidence though.

I told my Mum when I was 14, that I'd had a visit from my Grandad in a dream. He was wearing a shroud and told me 5 things that would come true in the future, even down to how many GCSE's Id get. My Mum said, it's exactly a year to the day that he died. All the things that he told me did come true. Things that I couldn't have possibly have guessed.

My Grandad used to visit me with his smell. A mix of tobacco and a butchers shop. He'd pop up now and again. He last visited me whilst I was painting the skirting board ready to sell my house and move in with what would become my husband. He hasn't bothered coming back since getting divorced!

Mum and I had been to the crematorium and had gone through some upsetting form filling with the clerk in relation to Dad’s burial plot. Things were very much raw and this morning was a real downer.
To lift the mood I took Mum for lunch to a garden centre on the way home. As we entered there were some hanging plaque type ornaments, the ones that had all common names on. I hadn’t seen them before and held out my hand to touch one to look at it. The one I touched had my Dad’s abbreviated name on it. I jumped a mile and moved on quickly as I didn’t want to upset Mum anymore than she was. I went back a later date and couldn’t find that name and when I checked on line, it wasn’t one that they made. It’s not a popular name now.
I definitely saw it and I wish that I had bought it!
I always felt it was Dad’s way of comforting me after such an awful morning.

When my grandad died I was at uni. I woke early one morning hearing the front door slam. Except no one had left. 20 minutes later my dad called to say my grandad had died.

I'm completely non woo but had a similar thing when my mum died in her care home. I was half asleep/feeding newborn DD and assumed I'd half dreamt or mistaken the sound of the wind outside, but I was sure I'd heard my mum cry out. She'd been unwell and I remember thinking how weird it would be and half expecting the care home to phone. About an hour later my brother called and she'd died around the time I dreamt/imagined/heard her. Can't get my head around it really, the rational side of me knows it must have been the wind or a dream....but....

An elderly relative died. Just as we left the church a removals lorry pulled up in the road outside, and stopped for 39 seconds or so because of traffic delays. The name on the side said "Derek's Removals." Derek was the name of her son who predeceased her.

We were expecting my mother to die in hospital. On the way to hospital I was walking to the train station on a hot sunny day and suddenly felt very cold. The sensation lasted for a few seconds. She was dead when I arrived at the hospital and the time of death corresponded with the time I would have felt that coldness.

The day after my friend was murdered at home 4 white doves landed on his front garden.

A day or so after my beloved Nan died we were woken up in the middle of the night because our smoke alarm went off.

DH went onto the landing whrrecthe akarm was and said there's lots of smoke here.

There was a strong smell of smoke which had set the alarm off but it disappeared within seconds of us waking up.

My Nan was a smoker. I'm convinced she came to see us one last time. It gives me some comfort because I never got to say a proper goodbye when she died in hospital.

The day after my Nan died we were all sat one end of the living room and the mood was quite sombre.
At the other end of the room my parents had a large Victorian dresser. No one was in that half of the room yet clear as day there were two very loud knocks or kicks to the dresser. Never heard anything like that before or since.

We did my daughter’s headstone a year to the day she died. We’d planned it to mark the occasion I’d spent so long planning the perfect stone and getting the wording just right. But the closer it got to the day, the more distressed I became. I wanted to be there when they placed it, I couldn’t stand her being alone as people were working over her, but was having so many intrusive thoughts about it squashing/trapping her, I was really so distressed about the whole thing.

My husband had to go to the cemetery in his own car, work after, so I went in mine with the kids and he followed right behind us. When we got to the road with the cemetery on the police had blocked it off completely. I begged and pleaded with them to let me through, explaining what was happening. They were so empathetic but couldn’t let me through. They gave me directions how to get to the cemetery from the other direction. It took us more than an hour in traffic.

When we arrived, my husband was there and the headstone was placed and being shined. She looked beautiful. When my husband asked where we had been I explained about the police block expecting he’d seen it, he was literally a couple of cars behind us, I could see him in the mirror. He said there were no police at all! I can’t explain it. My kids verify the police were there!

Regardless, my little girl was not alone, and I was spared the trauma of seeing the stone being put in place.

I have had quite a few odd experiences including toys going off, seeing things out of the corner of my eye and also a disturbingly accurate encounter with a medium (thought I was just getting my cards read as I had some work life decisions to make…). I’ll tell this one though as I’ve just told it elsewhere (it may well identify me but don’t care really!)

A few months ago I was walking my dd round to a friend’s house. She suddenly got really upset and said ‘I miss grandpa’ (my dad who died suddenly and unexpectedly a few months ago). A minute or so later she picked up a pristine white feather from the floor. She was really comforted by it so I went along with it thinking it was just a nice coincidence.

Later that day my dad’s wife came round. I was relaying the story to her and she went white. She told me it was their wedding anniversary that day and she’d been doing some gardening. When she finished she found 2 pristine white feathers in the middle of the grass. She looked up at the sky and there was a red kite circling.

She’s seen the red kite on every significant occasion. It followed his funeral cortege. My brother sees them too. May be coincidence but it’s comforting

My mum was dx dementia two weeks ago, my gran (her mum) died on Tuesday very suddenly .

Tues lunchtime I was waiting on a Tesco order and overcome with a horrendous fear and sense of dread . 2pm I was told my granny had died . I could never have known what was coming before that time . But felt utter terror at around the time .

My mum always told me white feathers mean an angel has visited … I opened a purse yesterday and found a white feather … sat on train later and another white feather on the floor in front of me .

Did feel comforting .

In the days before my husband's very sudden unexpected death, 3 separate electrical appliances broke on consecutive days…

In the aftermath, there were lots of random issues with stuff, everything I touched either broke or developed a fault of it’s own.

I became fearful of appliances breaking - wondering who would die next….

A friends dog that was visiting me camped out and refused to move from the exact spot where his van usually parked

I am not woo at all, but lots of things like this.

Not about death but when my boyfriend broke up with me the watch he had given me stopped at the exact time. I wasn't even wearing it and it was a reliable brand and only 6 months old.

I was living in my first property when my Nan died. Had ordered sofas and stupidly hadn’t measured them, so they wouldn’t fit in through the door and had to be delivered into the garage and left there.

My dad was quite good at DIY. He said he would come down and get them in through the window. They were old sash windows dating from the 1800s. He wasn’t sure how he was going to remove the windows, but said he’d have a go.

This happened just around the time Nan died. My parents had a very old DIY book, like an old Readers Digest guide to home repairs or something. It was on a shelf on their living room, but the shelf also contained ornaments because my dad collected original Dinky toys, so he had fitted the shelves with a sort of ornate fence to stop things from falling off.

anyway, the night she died, the book flew off the shelf and opened at the page about removal of sash windows. I kid you not, people!

My beloved grandfather died 10
days before Christmas. He was cremated and his ashes interred on a very cold and frosty Christmas Eve.

We stood around after the ashes had been placed in the ground outside the church, it was freezing cold yet a huge bumble bee flew over, landed on my arm the proceeded to land from person to person before flying away.

My grandpa was a keen gardener and I feel to this day it was him coming to say goodbye. I’ve never seen a bumble bee in the winter since.

When I see bumble bees now I say Hi Grandpa xx