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I would like to share the story of the pennies with you all. My late wife was a devout catholic, I am a non practicing jew. My children were raised catholic and will make up their own minds about their faith. Deb had a reoccurence of her cancer that launced her into stage 4. They had placed a port in her chest to accomodate the chemo and she had gotten a near fatal infection. She was just getting worse and worse. A born again freind of mine told me to pray in his manner so that she could get the benefit of healing. I had nothing to loose and with my whole heart, I prayed as he told me to. Much differnet to my own beliefs, but it was worth a shot... Three weeks of steadfast praying and nothing, she was gettting worse. I stopped to get some coffee before heading on to the hospital and told G-d that I quit, and if I didn't get a sign soon I would quit praying. I stepped out of the car and there was a brand new penny face up...of course it said, "in god we trust". It was my sign, she actually got better for a while. We were able to have a wonderful family Christmas.
Then I would find a single penny whenever I had doubts or would loose my way. Two weeks before she died, I couldn't find a penny for anything. I didn't find one for a few months after she passed. Then, her brother was being honored in NYC. I reluctantly agreed to go and was worried that I had done the wrong thing and left the kids. Then, as I got off the train, on the threshold of the train, was a penny. I took it as a sign that it would all be ok.
After that, whenever there was something that I needed her support for, I would find a penny, the kids too. We have found them everywhere, probabaly a hundred or so in the past three years. One funny one was I was invited to read a passage at her neices wedding and I went to the wrong place and was publicly ridiculed by the priest, he thought he was being funny. I felt awful, that I might have disturbed the wedding. I went back to my pew and lifted the kneeler and there was a penny right there for me to find.
Last week, I had bought some new furniture, I found a penny under the old furniture and another in the place I moved it to in the basement. The kids and I smile and feel a connection when we find them. I know she is with me.
Thanks for letting me share this with you.
That is truly beautiful, Melina. I never had any dreams of her in the last three years that I remember, but about a month out, I thought I felt that she kissed my lips as I was waking up.
Also, none of this was address by religion the way I learned it, It may be all consequential, but it warms my heart just the same.
The only dream I ever had was one of him coming home and telling me to look at him walk because he could walk again. He was a coach and very athletic so losing the use of his legs during his illness was horrible for him. The granddaughter also told me that she had a dream and her Daddy Mike had on Tarheel blue angel wings and was playing golf with Jesus. I'll take that!!! Sounds like a great thing for him to be doing.
On the other hand, I had weird things happening with my TV right after he passed away. It would just pop on, ususally on a channel where a favorite team of his was playing a game. After the third time that this happened, I just sat down on the couch and chewed him out. i told him that if he was sending some kind of sign, this was the wrong one and he DID NOT belong in my TV. I told him to get to where he should be and get out of my TV. The TV hasn't popped on again since then....so far.....
I have had two dreams of Stan. The first we were at a party and I was busy in the kitchen and I looked up and he was walking around laughing and talking. He smiled at me and I was like , "Stan??!"I watched as he came over to me and I got the feeling he was laughing cause I was so surprised he was there...then he took my hand and I woke up. I have to admit I woke up with the best feeling ever( this was a week after he died) and my son told me a similar story that morning how he was at a party and sitting by the pool and his dad came over to him.
The second dream was on the day he was cremated. In my dream I was sleeping, and he was sitting on the couch just stroking my hair. It was a beautiful dream but this one made me cry.
We did have a strange occurance one night with a fountain that is on our porch. We have had this fountain up for years and it is extremely tempermental. Late one night my son told me how he thought his father had killed himself,<I didn't think the kids needed to know the gory details> I started to cry, and I noticed the fountain was working, I added water, tried to "unplug" the water spouts and then said, ugh we just need to turn this off, it's not working. My son went into the garage, <another thing I haven't been able to do> and said you mean this switch here, it's off already mom! I swear the pump was on, but maybe stan turned it off?!! So I came to the door of the garage and said, ok next time tell us when you are gonna handle things!!! We both laughed and laughed!!!
It was maybe a month or so after Curt passed away, I had a dream about him and he came into the bedroom and woke me up and I said honey what are you doing here, your dead....and then he told me no, it was all a mistake and I said well then who's ashes do I have on the chest there and he looked over at them and then I woke up and of course I was crying but it was too too weird.
One other one was in the midst of a migraine and I had laid down after taking migraine medicine and I dreamed I was in heaven talking to the Lord, asking him why he had taken curt home when I needed him here, the dream is still vivid after several months now, the grass was the greenest green I had ever seen, the sky was so blue it would hurt your eyes, and I even got to see curt and he held me in his arms and said everything was ok and not to worry, but you know he was young (like 30 or so) he passed away shortly after his 62nd birthday. I saw grandparents and other relatives that had passed away too and not a street paved with gold but more like a walkway, but it was see thru and I could see the earth, stars, galaxies and all kinds of planets. One of my friends said it sounded like a death experience to her, but you know I think it was just my brain and subconcious trying to deal with all the stress and maybe even the Lord telling me to have some peace of mind... and knowing that curt was in heaven is comforting to me.
I dream about him sometimes, I love those dreams b/c they are always just me and him hangin out cutting up. On the other had I had a dream sometime last year that he was still alive and had just been away on a tdy, when my son and I went to pick him up he completely blew us off and left with some chick I woke up in a very bad mood the next day. I am not a very jealous person, so I think that was my way of expressing my anger that he actually was gone for good and not just temporaly.
Another eagle sign today! Bob is really watching over me. In a previous post I talked about how we based Bob's Memorial Service on a bible passage about soaring on wings like eagles and we also chose the hymn On Eagle's Wings and I spoke of eagles soaring higher when the storms come. That afternoon a bald eagle landed on our favorite tree and stayed there for quite a while looking at us. What a blessing. Haven't seen a real eagle since (or before) but eagle signs seem to be everywhere. Two notable ones: I had a security and camera system installed after Bob's passing. After the installation, the technician said I could download an App so that I could view the house remotely. The app is called Eagle Eyes.
Today was even more amazing. To make a long story short, I have met with a good friend of my sister's who is a financial planner. I was very happy with her, but have hesitated to commit with a check and a signature. I also had to go to an accountant to have him do the taxes (Bob always did it). I made an appointment with one that was recommended but it just didn't feel right. I got another recommendation and called him and liked him instantly by his voice. Well I went today and took some of the paperwork the financial planner wanted me to sign. As soon as I walked into his office I saw eagle pictures and statues everywhere. He flew a jet in the military the was called an eagle. He advised me to slow down with the financial planner after reading some of the material I brought him. Then he gave me his card and his investment company is called Eagle Group. I was feeling apprehensive about my sister's friend, even though I liked her personally. I think this is a sign from Bob that I go with the man I met with today. I'm totally amazed.
One dream that I have had that's recurring is that Gavin is still alive, he's been hiding somewhere. He still wants to step right back into our life. It's like he just remembered our phone number all of a sudden and I can't see letting him become homeless so I let him live with us.I sort of make room for him in a guest bedroom, but my real husband is my new husband. In the dreams, he's spacey about where he's been, somehow he was revived or his cancer was cured, but he's been "missing" for the past 4 years...
He's always a bit senile, as if he doesn't quite understand why I'm not his wife any more. But he's cheerful, as he would be in real life, and calm, and accepting.
You'd think if this scenario were to happen, my daughter would be so happy to have two Dad's. But in the dream, her reaction is nothing that I can remember, nothing outstanding or interesting. It's all about my struggle to make him understand that I had to remarry, that he DIED, and that usually, death is final.
I think these dreams are really weird but I've heard from others that they have similar ones after remarriage.