Weird things happening around death

[Whatishappeninginmylife]

New username because this is specific.

my lovely mum died very suddenly this morning. It’s a huge shock. I couldn’t get there in time and am hundreds of miles away.

but. I lost a glove a few weeks ago. I was really annoyed about it and retraced my steps. Today, I took a route I don’t use that often, looked down and saw my glove in the gutter of the road. I’m sure this is coincidence but it’s very strange. What are the odds?!

Regale me with your unexpected tales please.

Shock, horror. Upset person seems comfort in other people in a way that suits them 🙄. Forgot the weekend brings out the posters who criticise every post and twist it to a negative.

Thinking of you OP. So sorry for your loss

So sorry for your loss.

Not long after my mum died, we were on holiday in Scotland, where my parents had also stayed with us in the past. During a walk, I felt really exhausted and headed back to the car alone. As I was sitting there, two robins came and sat perfectly still on the bench beside me. I took that as a sign that mum and dad had been reunited. It brought immense comfort.

I've got quite a few uncanny experiences around death, but just wanted to reply to @WibbleyPie before I forget.
Your experience with your horse really touched me.
I lost my beloved old horse to colic a few years back. He'd been so stoic about it, no thrashing about, either lying down or standing miserably. We'd got to the point that I was going to have him PTS in the morning.
He hadn't eaten for two days, that night I offered him a polo, as I'd done several times, everytime refusing it.
But he ate it, and the rest of the packet. The next time I looked he'd passed. It was like he was telling me he was OK.
The other strange thing, he had a scar on his fetlock from when he'd managed to get his hoof stuck under a stable door.
The hair grew back as a whorl.
Over the next couple of days, my other horse developed a whorl in the exact same place. No injury, no underlying wound or scar, just a whorl.

The week my grandma died - I had been to see her on the Tuesday. She was at home and still fine and no signs that she would die that week. She asked me to come upstairs with her and try on her wedding and engagement rings. She said that when she was gone that she would want me to have the rings as I would take care of them.

When I tried them on I couldn’t get either back off my finger despite trying for a good time. I told her that I would drop them off again in 2 days time once I managed to get them off. When I got home they immediately came off. My grandma died the day I was to be returning to her home with rings and I never got to take them back to her.

I always think she had known her time was coming.

On the day when my best friends father died, when they finally got off to sleep that night, the household was awoken to the smoke alarm sounding. There was no fire but she could smell a familiar tobacco smell (he used roll ups for years).

The following Sunday, I had my family over for a roast dinner and we decided to toast my friends dad and send love to him, as we clinked our glasses together, my smoke alarm went off. Cooking had stopped - there was nothing to trigger it!

they call magpies Willy Wagtails…..( if anyones Irish on here I’d love to know if that’s normal throughout Ireland or just our part of Westmeath )

I’m Irish and have only ever heard Pied Wagtails referred to as Willy Wagtails.

I’m very sorry for your loss OP.

Sending love to you OP xx

So sorry for your loss.

when my dad died suddenly & unexpectedly, I was sat on the sofa trying to hold it together as I had my young children with me. I could hear a gentle tapping on my window and there was a butterfly, I knew about their spiritual symbolism and it felt in that moment my dad saying everything would be ok.

I found a ring my mother had given me a year before she died, with a necklace with my initial on it that id lost years ago, wrapped around the ring, inside a bag i had not used for 7 years.

sorry for your loss OP

When my lovely old tabby cat Thomas was buried in the garden, we had just put the last pile of soil on his grave when the sun came out and a large dragonfly in the same colours as him (never seen a dragon fly in my garden ever) fluttered above the grave and around our heads then flew off into the distance.

I lost both grandparents in a short space of time last year. A few months later we were looking at new houses. We went to view a house I wasn’t sure about. When we walked in, there was a painting in the hallway that my grandparents also had. The street name includes my granddads name and their surname was on the keys to the house and the locks, and the alarm system. We bought the house and we are so happy here. I do feel like they pointed me here. I kept finding white feathers in my Christmas tree this year too

My Mum was from Westmeath, she feckin hated magpies 🤔

So Sorry for your loss op. 💐
I do feel that the ones we lose look out for us.
Take care

When my mum was dying she promised to send a lovely boyfriend and a job for newly graduated DD. Sure enough within a month of her death, DD literally bumped into the man of her dreams in a cafe and landed her dream job.
I wish I'd asked for DM to send me a lottery win.

My Dad woke up during the night with chest pain (very unusual and he was only around 35 at the time). His Mum called him early the next morning, his Dad had died of a heart attack at the same time during the night. My Dad has never experienced this kind of pain again.

I’m so sorry for your loss ❤️
my friend lost both her parents over a couple of years. She was distraught. The night before the funeral of her second parent she was sitting in tears, looked up and had the strongest strongest vision of them both together at the end of her garden. They were smiling and waving at her. She can’t really explain it other than her absolute desolation lifted and she felt huge peace they were together again ❤️

I’m so sorry for your loss ❤️

Ive had so many things like this happen after losing my dad.

When he died it was in a hospital around 30 miles from home.. it had been pouring with rain the entire day, when we drove home the hugest rainbow appeared. Then when we got into my mum and dads house there was a black cat sat INSIDE. We have never had a cat.

He had been in an induced coma for 2 days and on the night before he died I didn’t visit the hospital so my husband could go and see him. The kids were all asleep in bed and I washing up, I had my back to the window and saw a huge flash of light. Turned around and no one was there. Went and looked outside the window - nothing. I knew then that my dads soul had left his body and they turned the life support off the next day.

A few days after he died I woke up in the middle of the night as I heard my dad whistling.. I woke my husband up who heard it too. All very brief and I went back to sleep. For that first week I would wake up and hear footsteps in our bedroom to the point that by the end of the week I just used to say “hi dad”.

I truly believe there’s a very thin veil and that our loved one stay very close to us in the first month before they depart… ❤️

Op I'm so sorry for your loss.

I have no anecdotes to add but I just want to say thank you to everyone on this thread. I needed it just now and I'm going to be rereading it.

Take care, op xxx

I loved my grandma very much and had spent a lot of time with her when I was a child. (I'm now in my mid 60s.) One thing we loved doing together was sitting at her dressing table (the old fashioned kind - it was oak with the 3 mirrors and drawers) and I would watch her do her make up, and she would brush my hair, and we would talk about all sorts of things.

There was always one drawer that was a bit sticky to open. Grandma always had the trick of it, but I always struggled.

When she died I asked if I could have her dressing table and luckily my parents agreed. It has been with me ever since, and I've always had a special place for it wherever I've lived.

In the first months of having it I struggled with the drawer, until one day I said out loud "I love you grandma, but I don't love your sticky drawer". I then pulled the drawer again and like flipping magic it pulled out as sweetly and smoothly as you could wish.

Since that day I always say I love you grandma out loud before pulling on that drawer, and it has never stuck once since. I think it is definitely her sign to me she loves me back and is still helping me.

My parents 'song' was always 'Until The Twelfth Of Never' by Johnny Mathis but it was a song you hardly ever heard on the radio, or played anywhere. The night after my Dad's funeral my Mum was getting ready for bed and turned the radio on for company. And to her surprise 'Until The Twelfth of Never' was playing! An incredible coincidence.

I'm sorry for your loss 💐

My mum was taken by ambulance to hospital, where she spent 6 months before her death. Her 2 cats refused to come back into the house, and we had to feed them outside all that time. The day she died and we came to the house from the hospital, both just walked back in again and jumped up on my knee. They just started living back indoors that day.

My Nan was fading fast. My Mum was with her, all that night. In the early hours of Halloween, a butterfly flew in the open window, and settled on the wall next to my Nans head. It stayed there all through the rest of the night, and at dawn, when my Nan passed away, it flew off out the window. My Mum is convinced that it was my Grandad, coming to show my Nan the way.

Just under 2 months later, Christmas Day, we were all back at my parents house. I put my hand into cloth sacks that we've used since we were children, and two butterflies flew out of the sack, fluttered around the room, and then flew up the chimney.

I think it was Nan and Grandad, on that first Christmas without them.

So sorry for the loss of your mum. I have a few examples that I have taken as 'signs'

My great Aunt gave my dad an old clock that needed winding up a good few years before she died. It was a wedding present for my great grandparents. I had insomnia as a child so didn't like the sound of it chiming every half hour so my parents let it go flat and put it on top of the wardrobe. A few years later, the night of my great Aunties death, the clock chimed whilst mum and dad were in bed.

I had a glorious visitation dream from my Grandad a few days after he died. In my dream, he was in his kitchen with me and told me he loved me and he had to leave. He looked so healthy and happy. It was not dreamlike in any way.

My lovely sister died last year after a sudden cancer diagnosis. The night of her death, I was putting my then 2yo to bed and her night light started gently flashing on and off (it should stay static). It has never done this before and hasn't done it since.
Also this is random, but I've had 2 incidences of the taps in my bathroom turning full on by themselves. Once on the day of my Auntie's funeral and another when I was talking to my daughter about my sister a few weeks after she had died.

This comment has really touched me. I am so sorry for your loss 💐

I'm very sorry for your loss, op.

I had a lovely dream about my mum a few months after she'd died and told an aunt about it.

My aunt sent me a note saying that from her own experience, she truly believed that those who loved us stay around after death, and at intervals, later on.

The day after that aunt died, I was in my car and watched as the numbers representing hours on the clock rapidly changed, which it hadn't done before and didn't do again (so logically I said "oh aunt, is that you!").