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My mother died on October 31, 1997. Her death was especially hard for me because we had grown so close during her last year. I wasn’t there when she died, and this fact always stayed with me.
I had the task of picking out her tombstone. I wanted something nice, so I ordered a stone with flowers etchings on it. They told me that this might take a bit longer due to all the extra etchings.
My husband Miles often sleeps in our spare bedroom, where I had set up Mother’s bed, Miles is one of those people who never remembers his dreams. One day in November, he came into our room and announced that he had just talked to my mother. This didn’t upset him; he was more in a state of awe.
Miles said that Mother told him to tell me to get the headstone on her grave because she was “tired of telling folks who I am. “She mentioned the flowers that were being etched on her stone. (I hadn’t told Miles about that because it cost so much.)
I knew in my heart that Mother talked to Miles that morning. No one else had known about the flowers, and her quotations sounded exactly like what she would have said to me.
Of course, I immediately had the headstone job rushed, so that Mom wouldn’t have to “tell folks” who she was.
Two months after my husband’s unexpectedly death in 1992, his spirit came to visit. I had fallen asleep in bed when my stereo woke me up, playing full blast. It startled me, But I didn’t think much of it . I assumed I had left it on accidentally. Then I remembered that it had not been on the night before.
The next day, I mentioned this incident to my friend, “Eleanor,” she said, “Paul came to visit last night.” My friend had been awakened on her sofa by her Dog barking at her dog barking at her door. She turned to see what the Dog was upset about and saw Paul standing by the door in white clothing.
She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and said his name, but he was gone. On Paul’s birthday in 1997, my daughter katie called to say she needed a ride home. When I went to the car, I had a message on my cell phone.
That was strange, because my daughter was the only one who ever called me on it. When I retrieved the message, I was shocked to find that the entire conversation that I had had with my daughter on my home phone was recorded on my cell phone voice mail, I have been told that this is impossible.
Paul’s favorite time of the year was the holidays. That same year we were again packing for Christmas vacation. Katie had a Tamagotchi doll, which were all the rage a few years back. The battery had run dead and she had not played with it for months.
While she was packing, it began beeping. She looked at it and its little display window read, “Hi Katie.” Since there is no way to type anything into the toy, I knew that it was Paul. After a while, the screen went blank. This happened again on Christmas Day.
Since Paul was quite a bit older than me, he always joked about coming back to visit if he died . I now know he meant it. It has been more than a year since his last visit. I miss him, but it was time for his spirit to move on.