Anyone had any 'odd' experiences after loosing a loved one?

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My mum, Uncle and Aunt did just after my grandad passed.

They found it very comforting and took it as him telling them he was alright.

Part of me would like him to let me know too (but part of me def doesn't!)

Shortly after my DD2 was stillborn, DD1 was at home with my sister (she was 4 at the time) and was in bed, as she drifted off to sleep she said very clearly 'my sister's gone now'. This freaked us as my sister did not know that I had given birth at that moment and definitely did not say anything to DD (DD also did know that the baby was going to die). At DD2's funeral, it was a very overcast rainy (March)day but the sun came out so strongly when the vicar was saying his words, it was quite surreal. Also a few days later I was in the bath with the door closed and got a very strong sense that someone was watching me and as in the room with me (not frighteningly so), and I was very much a non believer before that!!

Oops should have been 'DD did NOT know'

A very close friend committed suicide last year by drowning. I was devastated. A couple of days after he died I had the most vivid dream I've ever had.

My friend came to me dressed in the clothes he died in (i didn't know this till after the dream). His clothes were soaking wet and he told me he was sad that he 'had' to go but he just wanted to say goodbye and that he loved me and hubby and he was going to start a new life now.

Was so sad and probably just a dream of grief but I definately felt more at peace the next day.

I have enjoyed reading all the above stories, and it really makes one who might be a non beleiver, not be able to continue to say that when they read and hear the stories.
My DP was killed in a car accident, and for two weeks after, I constantly felt like there was someone with me (I was pregnant at the time with twins, but this was a different sort of feeling of presence) On the first anniversary of his passing, I woke up bolt upright in the middle of the night, and I saw him sitting on my bed. He talked to me, told me he was so sorry to have left me, and that he loved me.
I also had a friend who was killed in the world trade center on September 11. Without knowing what had happened that morning yet, exactly when the second plane hit the tower, I for an overwhelming feeling and my mind immediately turned to my friend. I tried to phone her because for some reason I thought something was wrong. Her cell phone went straight to machine, and it was about ten minutes later that I found out what had happened and I knew she was gone.
My other experience was fairly recently, driving to my Aunts funeral. I was in the car on my own because I was meeting my DH at the funeral. I had left at 6am to make a one hour drive, and the funeral was at 10am. I left so early because I wanted to make sure I beat the traffic. I got on the motorway and immediately was stuck as their was an overturned rig that had jack knived in the middle of the road and noone was moving. I got so upset about the propspect of missing the funeral. The radio was saying that it would be backed up for hours. It was pouring with rain, very dark and grey skies. After sitting there for two hours, all of a sudden the sun came out and the road started to clear. I was able to get to the funeral at 9:55am just in time.

I must say, I used to question my faith in a higher power, but after having these experiences, and hearing of others, it has made me a beleiver!

My gran, who I loved dearly died when I was four. Too young to really lie about it, when my mum told me the next morning that she had died I apparently replied "I know she came to see me while I was asleep to tell me she was going to heaven. She put her cardi over me because I looked cold and said I could have her stick because she wouldn't need it in Heaven"

When my greataunt died, who was a 7th sister of a 7th sister. The family talked about whether or not she would visit anyone after her funeral, being pyschic and all. My mum said that she would like her to visit her, as she wouldn't be scared. My dad wasn't at the funeral and didn't hear any of this. He woke up that night screaming and dived put f bed flicking on all the lights because a 'lady surrounded with bright white light' was stood by the side of my mum.

When my uncle died, my dad went to the bingo and dabbed his bingo dotter to make sure it worked. It made two circles like glasses. My dad "look four eyes is watching over is, we will win tonight" They won £800. On the same night I wnet out. My uncles favourite song was played in every bar I went in.

I could carry on. We have had loads of strange experinces in my family, my sister is a pyschic medium and my mum does tarots. They are both scarily accurate.

My dad died when I was 19 and a few years later we had our first DD. For a short while when she was around 16/18 months old she would wake from her nap and we would hear her chattering, babylike, in her cot, I went in for her a few times to see her standing in her cot and pointing to the ceiling.

"Harry" she would say as clear as day with a huge grin on her face, my dads name was Harry

This only lasted a few days but it was so comforting at the time I've never forgotten it.

Another experience, from a university roommate. When we were in first year living in residence, we shared a room with one another, which was just big enough to fit two desks and two beds. We were sleeping one night, when all of a sudden I woke up to my roommate screaming "leave her alone" I looked up and she she was standing up in between the two beds. I asked her what she was doing/talking about and she said that she had gone to the toilet, come back and there was a man sitting on the side of my bed hitting me. She said he told her what his name was and that I was in his bed.
We were freaked out, and went to our next door neighbours room (at 3am!) and were talking to him, he was the resident advisor for our floor, and he told us that last year a guy who lived in that room died from a heart attack when playing basketball on the court. His name was the same name that he told my housemate, and I was sleeping in the bed that had belonged to him.
Neither my roommate nor myself had known any of this information prior to this, so there was no way she could have known his name had he not told her.

The day my Dad died two odd things happened - we had got the call to go to the hospital and set off in a blizzard (we had an hour to travel). Half way there we emerged into blue sky and brilliant sunshine - and I had this overwhelming feeling of peace and knew he had gone. I looked at the clock in the car and this tallied with what we were told when we got to the hospital. Later that day my DS said, "Papa's OK now". We hadn't discussed the fact that my Dad was dying - and hadn't at that point told him he had died.

A few months later a white lupin flowered in our garden - my father's favourite flower, and we hadn't planted it.

I should have added the blue sky and sunshine only lasted very briefly and we were back into the blizzard.

After my dad died I heard him say my name when I was drifting off to sleep.

My sister got up in the night just after he died, and there was a white light reflected in the mirror, but nothing in the room...
Afew months later, I was here in England (i am Canadian - my dad always wanted us to travel). I was looking for something in a food cupboard, and I heard my dads voice say "how about steak and kidney pie". He had always liked it when he had visited England - we NEVER had it at home (blech!) and he used to joke about it.

My dad and I never really got along - he was always pretty nasty to me, and never said anything nice to me.

Anyways, one night I had a dream where he came to me, and put his hand on my cheek and told me how proud he was of me. It was so vivid...

what a lovely thread

As I started to walk up the stairs earlier this morning I could smell my Dad - it was as though he was stood next to me. It happened again a little later.

I lost my dad years ago when I was 21. For a long time after his death I had a recurring dream of my Dad in a green field on a beautiful sunny day walking towards me holding something in his arms. I never discussed it with anyone at the time.

Years later I found out that my mom had had the same dream. Neither of us were ever able to work out what Dad was carrying.

Haven't thought about it for years what a lovely thread.

This is a lovely thread and I have read all the posts. Can't imagine the pain of loosing a child though and chegirls comments about butterflies...god I've just cried my eyes out!

Anyhow, my friend died when he was 17, he was killed instantly when he was knocked of his moped. What's really strange is that about 18months later i had the most vivid dream ever. At our school prom all the pictures had been done in black and white. In my dream everything was in black and white. I was at the prom but I knew he had died and in the dream he walked over to me and told me he was okay and not to worry. I woke up crying but in a nice way. What I find odd is that I hadn't thought about him for a while and was over the initial shock of him dying, it was such a long time later. I always try to think rationally about things like this and obviously I could of just dreamt it but I think that is more likey to be a dream if I had been thinking about him recently.

I like to think this experience was him coming to say he was ok. I am not religious at all as in I don't believe in Godand heaven and hell etc. but I definately believe in people's spirits and souls being around us.

After I had my DD I was just drifting off to sleep when I felt a weight on my feet, it felt like when a cat jumps on your feet or something ( I have no cat ) and my eye's flew open but I wasn't scared. I told myself whatver/whoever it was was not going to harm me and went sleep. I think now that it was someone? having a look at the new baby in the house. Could of been my Poppa who died 8 years ago or maybe just soemone who used to live in this house ( I moved in 10 days before giving birth )

Have had a tear in my eye reading this. Have had a few experiances myself:

The first was I always took a particular route home from work one day I just decided as I got in the car to go another way- if I had gone the original way I would have arriced at the scene of the accident that killed my old school friend jsut after it happened (she was killed instantly)

My Grandad died days before I gave birth to my ds which woulf have been his 1st GreatGrand child any way as I was in the middle of a long painfull labour I suddenly felt really calm and turned to dh and mw and told them it was alright as my Grandad was with me.

Then the other month I was really stressed out and not sleeping very well I had my back to the door but felt the sense of someone entering the room and sitting down on the bed beside me and putting there hand on me I felt allthe stress go from me (sure it was my Grandma) Also for a month after my Grandma died our ensuite smelt of smoke mixed with fusty air - she always smoked on the loo to hide it from gg and the smell was just like going into her bathroom.

As people have said think they are letting us know they are alright.

my grandpa visited me many, many times after his death,in dreams and as a presence. have had many a conversation with my grandmother who died, in very lucid dreams.

i visited DHs grandma in her rest home and there was a woman there who looked just like my grandma, sounded like her, dressed like her, same build, everything. she greeted me with a big hug and kiss, and said, darling, i;ll be your grandma too'. she did not know about my bereavement.

it was like a reincarnation, very spooky !! my grandma called everyone darling. have not seen this lady for a while, but i always amke the effort to chat with her when i see her.

have often seen/felt presence of my grandpa , not so much lately, but he has been around

For 3 months after DH1 died my bedside light would turn on just as I was drifting off to sleep. I was never frightened, I welcomed it as a sign that DH was ok and with me.

Eventually it happened less and less til it stopped. It also happened one night when I was sharing a bed with Dsil at her house. DH was a musician and his mates had organised a benefit gig for me and DD. We'd gone back to Dsils house and we were sharing a bed as there were quite a few of us to be put up for the night. Just as we were dropping off her bedside lamp turned on. I reassured her that it was only DH but she was very freaked out, particularly as the light was broken and hadn't worked for months.

Also when I eventually decided to sell our old family home there were lots of happenings. We'd moved out already so the house was unoccupied and locked up but when I'd go to warm it up and open windows etc before viewings I'd often find things moved round and in the wrong places. For example I regularly found candles in the bath.(DH was taken ill in the bathroom before he was taken to hospital where he died.)

Before I sold the house I had a spiritualist lady come and pray for him in the house and she told me he was trapped there and couldn't move on. She performed a ceremony a few days later and the odd things stopped happening.

A very very dear friend died nearly 2 years ago, the morning after the funeral his mobile came up as a number that had dialled mine but i hadnt received the call.

I don't know if I'm a 'believer' or not, but reading stories like these is comforting.

I've had two odd dreams like this.

One, the night that my great grandmother died, when I was 19, I didn't know she was in hospital, she was in her nineties. I had a dream about me, my gran and great aunt having to go to the hospital to see her, she wanted to see us before she went. I can't remember the details now, but I remember it being very vivid and real, and waking up thinking it was a bit too real. I found out the next evening that she had died that night.

The other was a bit less spooky and more comforting. My grandad died when I was about 12. The night before I graduated, about 12/13 years later, I had a very very vivid dream that my whole extended family were standing in a room, all facing one way watching something, and I noticed that grandad was stood behind us, noone could see him apart from me. I asked him why he was there, and he said that he was always there, still with us, and he wanted to come to tell me tonight that he was so proud of who I'd grown up to be. I'm actually in tears typing this now - There's nothing like your family telling you they're proud is there - it was just so real, I know it was him. I told gran (his wife) and she wasn't sceptical at all, she said she was pleased he'd come to see me. I was only 12 when he died, so never got to know him as an adult like I have my gran, who I consider my friend as well as my gran, we'll go for lunch and shopping together, she's a pretty cool 79 year old! I feel so sad I didn't get to know my grandad the same way. But so happy that I have made him proud.

We lost one of our 7 month old twin boys in 1982. One Saturday night my 3rd DS came into our room and said that there was a boy in his room who looked a bit like him. He said that the little boy was trying to get him to go with him.

We took him back to his bedroom and showed him that nobody was there. The next day my beloved DS3 was killed by a reversing lorry.....I so wish I had listened to him more on that Saturday night.

Since we lost the two boys we always see 2 butterflys in the most weird places. One Christmas day we were lucky enough to be sat on the beach in Teneriffe - two beautiful butterlys stayed with us most of the day I 'see' my DS3 very often around the house. Just for that blink of an eye - he is always smiling and then...he is gone.

We lost our DS3 in 1992 just before his 8th birthday - sorry I didnt make that very clear xx

My brother died 5 years ago and recently my friend went to a medium and she was at my house before and I told him out loud to come through. The medium almost straight away said I've got (my brother's) here and some other details about him.

Around my birthday I'd been listening to that Run song Leona Lewis did and the "Light up light" up bit just kept making me cry thinking of him etc. On my birthday first thing in the morning I took the kids into the sitting room even though I was meant to be having a lie in and it was all dark apart from one of the candles flickering directly under a picture of him lighting up his face. I was sure I;d blown them all out the night before and don't think they could have lasted that long anyway.

shabster your story is so sad but I'm glad you 'see' your little boys, how comforting that must be for u x

When I lived at my parents house I often woke to see someone standing over my bed but don't know who it was. Strange but nice things would happen such as once my niece was playing with my russian doll in the sitting room and she scattered the bits round the room. I collected the bits together as best I could but some were missing. The next day the russian doll was complete and put back in my bedroom, but no one had moved it. Also, my boyfriend bought me a necklace and i ripped it off my neck and broke it during an argument. It was on my dressing table for ages as I meant to take it to be mended but never got round to it. When packing up my stuff to move out it was mended.

I like to think that was my nan helping me out as these only happened after she died.

Such lovely touching stories.

Shab - how comforting for you to know that your boys are together. x