I haven’t read all the posts as my loss is still very raw but I will over the next few days. I wanted to tell you about my BS stories. They are all absolutely true but before any of these happened I would have called BS on someone telling this as their story.
My mum passed away very suddenly 5 weeks ago today, we lived together so we were naturally very close.
The first sign I had was when the undertaker came, I took him to her bedroom and there was an orange butterfly on the end of her bed.
I was telling a friend about this and she works with terminally ill patients and said she sees this sort of thing all the time. She then said white feathers often appear from nowhere. I then pointed to a white feather floating past and said “Like this one?”
Two days later I was walking the dogs and I decided to go through a field so I could let them off. I made a detour to do this. Unfortunately as I arrived at the field, just in front was a lady and her dog that don’t like my dogs bounding up to her so I had to keep them on the lead. One dog stopped and watched something, I turned around and there was a deer running across the field and leapt over the wall. I have never seen a deer here before and don’t know where it came from. I since read that a deer is a message that they are free from pain (mum suffered from a bad back) when the deer had gone an orange butterfly flew past.
I needed to find her spare car key. I went upstairs and asked her. Then opened her little tin full of medication and there it was.
One day I was talking to a friend and broke down saying that I missed her. An orange butterfly flew past.
Since I was 13, we played a daft game of “dustbinmen”. In France they empty the bins daily and we used to want to be the ones that called dustbinmen first. The day of her funeral, we pulled up and the dustbinmen were at the crematorium. She was in the heats so would have seen it first.
That’s all I can think of now but there have been lots of little things to show me that she’s still here looking after me.