I don't believe in woo stories, but...

[justanothernameonthewall]

Its the anniversary of my grans funeral and I have just rescued 2 starlings from in the walls of my house. Starlings in the house mean a deceased one is sending you a message.

Right after my gran died storm Ellen appeared, which was gran's name. Bit coincidental, I thought. But, right after Ellen came storm Francis. My grandad, who died when my mum was a child was called Frank, short for Francis. Although she had remarried, my gran was buried next to Frank. Wonder if he came along to pick her up in that storm!?

Anyone else have any strange coincidences?

A couple of weeks after DGF’s (rather traumatic) death dm and I were walking over a bridge near our house and talking about him and wondering whether he was ok. Dm started getting upset but then she looked over my shoulder and said “look, loopy” - and there was the most glorious, vivid rainbow - and it hadn’t been raining!
I don’t care whether it was “real” or not - it was real to us and gave us some comfort at a time we needed it.

I don't really believe white feathers etc are a sign from loved ones that have died but they do make me stop and wonder, they often seem appear at odd times.

Slightly unrelated feather story...

Last summer a bird hit the window of my home office where I was working. I went outside to see if it was ok and found a fledgling goldfinch (still fluffy) on the ground, obviously stunned. I love goldfinches, they're my favourite little bird, don't see them very often where I am. I took it inside and put it in a box. It recovered after an hour or so, sat on the edge of the box for a few seconds looking at me then flew out of the window. Two weeks later I opened my front door and found this on my doorstep.

I was very comforted that the day my mum died - after years of dementia - was a glorious early spring day and always her favourite time of year. So was the day of her funeral. The day after that my DB brought the flower arrangement from her coffin and put it in my garden where we sorted out some flowers to keep. As I looked down at the beautiful flowers and felt the sun on my back it was like I heard my mum saying “this is what eternity is like.” A few weeks later we took her ashes to be buried in my father’s grave in her childhood village. As we drove away having done that, again on a glorious day, two magpies flew down the lane ahead of us. It felt so fitting.

After mums funeral the funeral director gave me a cassette tape of the service. At the time I thought it was an actual recording and I couldn't face listening to it. I listened to it for the first time 2 years later, in the car which had a cassette tape player . It turned out to be just the music from the service . Anyway of course it brought it all back, I cried my eyes out in the car.
So I went back home and went on with my day. That evening we were taking the dcs out for dinner. When I went into my bedroom to get something there was a small white feather lying next to my side of the bed, on the floor. The window was open but only a crack and I have a blind, god knows how it got there. But it brought me immense comfort, on the day I'd relived mums funeral.
I had a lot more things like this happen , as well as details from a psychic no one else knows.

I know loads of folk here will rubbish my story, but it helped me and comforted me. I think if people dont believe that's absolutely fine, but if you do and it brings you comfort theres nothing wrong with that.

@Windy23 thats kind of my opinion too and yet these coincidences always happen with me.

I was with my gran shortly before she died but we started getting heavy snow so I had to leave her house or risk being snowed in. My 2 dc were home alone (teen and pre teen). When i got back my youngest came through and said he thought great gran had been waiting for some peace (there was always someone with her) and a rare (means braw, good in scotland ) day to die. We got a phone call shortly after.

For what its worth, we come from a long maternal line of women who all seem to have at least 1, often more, in each generation that stay close to the hills of our home. I suspect some kind of witchery in our heritage. By witchy i simply mean practical hands on women who are very good at growing/ caring for things from plants to animals and children.

My DHs nickname for me is snow white- not that I look like snow white but I constantly have pets and little people following me. He once took a photo while I was in the loo of a toddler (not actually my toddler), 2 cats and a dog all sitting watching the bathroom door. I had been mean and shut them out 🤣

My mum quite often has little glimmers of this, stories about birds following her etc. But, she's Christian and refuses to acknowledge it. Some of the 'health concoctions' she comes up with from out her garden are amazing though!

I'm loving all the stories! At the end of the day I don't think it matters whether you believe in this kind of stuff or not. If it gives you peace then thats all that matters really 😊

Funny you say that. I used to walk my neighbour's dogs as he couldn't get around much anymore. Despite the 60 year age gap, we became good friends, I would often stay for hours after bringing the dogs back and we'd chat over a cup of tea.

Although he was late 80s and not very mobile, he died quite unexpectedly and I was really upset. I saw a lot of white feathers and robins at the time and would smile and say 'Hi neighbours name' in my head even though deep down I knew it was coincidence.

One day, I was looking for something in my house and just couldn't find it. In frustration madness I said 'argh neighbours name where the hell is it?', turned around and it was right in front of me, where I had just looked.

Now, every time I lose something, I look for a bit and then say 'ugh neighbours name where is it?!' And every single time, it appears seconds later.

Like you, I say thank you and it makes me smile. I don't even care if it's crazy or not, it saves me a lot of time hunting for stuff

Meant to quote @tinkletilt but it didn't work!

I kept smelling cigarette smoke in the house. I assumed it was blowing in from the street outside the house, but whenever I looked to see who was smoking, there was no one there.

My grandmother died a couple of weeks later. Her sister said she had known she was going to die because she had kept smelling cigarette smoke for the last couple of weeks. I hadn't mentioned smelling it as well, not to anyone. We live counties apart, but had both smelt it in our daily lives.

On the day of the funeral we were at my gran's house getting ready before the hearse turned up. I was recounting the weird smoke-smelling story to my siblings, when my brother said, that's so weird, on the stairs a minute ago it smelt so strongly of tobacco, it was like someone had opened a packet of fresh tobacco right here.

My mum went to see a psychic a few months after the death and they said it was her late husband, my grandad, who had come to get her.

Some of these posts are so lovely.

I would love to know my Dd near me. Apart from a very weird dream the night she died I've never felt her near me.
My mum died 2 years after dd it's only recently I've had a dream about her but I could only hear her voice I couldn't see her. 😪

Parkhead, your Dd will be with you. Signs from spirit can be anything, colours, numbers, songs, certain animals like cats, smells, or just a knowing that they are near. Big hug to you..

I have remembered another significant happening. Years ago, I was struggling financially. I returned to my car 5 mins late and there was a parking fine slapped on my car. In those days it was £15. I just did not have any extra money for it and was sat in my car in tears. The car in front of me drove off and underneath their car was some paper. I got out to have a look and it was money....£15 quid!

Really enjoying this post btw..

My mother died in 2014 but she's never far away.

In 2017 my daughter moved to a lovely new house. The first time I was alone there, the kitchen filled with the smell of my mother's cigarette smoke. No-one else in the family smokes, there was nowhere nearby the smell could have come from.

This has happened several times, in different locations. My mother and I had a volatile relationship but we loved each other and she's welcome to be where I am.

I also had the 'white feather'. On the floor in my bedroom. Not from any bedding - it's all synthetic! No windows open for it to blow in. Pure white.

I have only sensed DH around me once - i was in bed and I felt this heavy sensation over me, like someone was leaning over me on their hands and knees. I smelt DH's aftershave, then I heard his voice saying everything would be OK and he kissed my forehead. I asked "are you really there?" after he kissed me, I could then see him for a couple of seconds and then he sort of melted away. The heavy feeling over me gradually left, like it would if he had been lying on top of me and then got up. I definitely wasn't asleep. I felt a real sense of peace and calm, and happiness. I've never experienced anything like that since though sadly.

I wouldn't believe it if someone told me that, it sounds unbelievable and wishful thinking, but I could feel him, smell him, hear him and see him. Definitely awake. I can't explain it.

He has said to me he doesn’t see the issue in me going in alone. I see that a lot of people say their dp didn’t help much and they were better off without.

I feel a sense of guilt now for seeing this as a big problem and us arguing over it

We were trying to get pregnant with our first had been a while was beginning to get me down. I caught the most beautiful massive leaf on my walk to work it just fell into my hands. Also that week dh and I were sitting on some steps and a little boy total stranger ran up behind us and hugged us both! Got positive test very soon afterward know those events not linked but to me they are!

@AndNoneForGretchenWieners
That's lovely 💕💕

Something like that happened to me the night my dd died. I felt the weight of her sitting on the bed and I spoke to her.

@AndNoneForGretchenWieners You’d be surprised how many bereaved spouses see their partners after death. It’s just not talked about incase people think you’re crackers.

One which could possibly be explained by hypnotic dreams or something similar but

My Grandmother died about 5 years ago. About 3 years ago, I spent 3 months living in her by then vacant house. Every blooming morning, from about 8am, I would hear either a knock on my door or the front doorbell ringing. Each time I would get up unwillingly to answer the door and absolutely NOBODY for miles around (rural). It has never happened before or since, but I believe it was my grandmother urging me to get up out of bed as she never believed in laziness and sleeping beyond 7am would have been sacrilegious to her! I was never scared. I sort of just knew it was her. Urging me on in her own little way - urging me to get up and fight (I was suffering from depression).

This only ever happened to me in that house.

I was there when my dad passed and in a weird way it seemed very peaceful, even though he’d been in discomfort before hand. When he left us he opened his eyes and they were beautifully clear and blue and he seemed to reach out as he went (my mum thinks he saw his mum and that’s why he reached out).

For a few weeks I longed for a sign he was ok and was still here with me...nothing. Then one night I had the most vivid dream, it was so colourful and bright and felt so real. I was sat next to him on a bench and I asked him why he hadn’t visited me before, he said ‘it’s a bit difficult to get away’. I woke up crying but felt really at peace.

@ParkheadParadise did you feel a sense of peace when your DD visited you? Its so difficult to describe how comforting it was rather than scary, for me. I'm so sorry you lost your DD.

In the early hours of the morning a few hours after my dad died I came home. I turned on the light in the en suite to get undressed. A white feather just dropped down next to me. Later on the same day my sister was going into our family home and the same thing happened. My mum told me about this a day or two later I never knew it was meant to be a sign... I thrum told my mum about my feather. I still take great comfort and believe that was our dad telling us he's fine.

@AndNoneForGretchenWieners

I have only sensed DH around me once - i was in bed and I felt this heavy sensation over me, like someone was leaning over me on their hands and knees. I smelt DH's aftershave, then I heard his voice saying everything would be OK and he kissed my forehead. I asked "are you really there?" after he kissed me, I could then see him for a couple of seconds and then he sort of melted away. The heavy feeling over me gradually left, like it would if he had been lying on top of me and then got up. I definitely wasn't asleep. I felt a real sense of peace and calm, and happiness. I've never experienced anything like that since though sadly.

I wouldn't believe it if someone told me that, it sounds unbelievable and wishful thinking, but I could feel him, smell him, hear him and see him. Definitely awake. I can't explain it.

That brought a tear to my eye. How wonderful and comforting for you. He wanted to bring you comfort.

@AndNoneForGretchenWieners
I was in bed when I heard her come up the stairs she always went upstairs two at a time. I felt the weight of her sitting on the bed. I was 7 months pregnant she told me I know what you're having. I did get up and look for her.
The next morning I told DH she had been in the house during the night. I was getting ready to go to her flat when the police came to the house.
When I was interviewed I told them she had been in the house during the night. It wasn't until they checked CCTV they told me it wasn't possible. I didn't believe them I was adamant she had been in the house. The family liaison officer brought the CCTV to our house and showed me.
DH and my family are convinced that I was dreaming.
I'll never understand what happened that night because it felt so real to me.