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The soul knows when it is about to leave and attempts to keep this "secret" from the conscience mind, because if "It" knew it would not cooperate with the souls "plan". I learned this from countless books on the subject. In reflection of Steve's passing I see the signs.
Two weeks prior I had a dream, myself, my mil and my daughter were searching for my fil who died 25 years prior to me meeting my husband in what I can only assume was Heaven. At one point in my dream journey I had to leave my mil and daughter behind and continued the search. I then came across a person who spoke my name. I hold this persons face in my hands. After I woke up, my conscience mind convinced me that the person I found was my grandfather-as it only seemed logically that I would run into him in Heaven. At the office the next day, I tell my sister this dream and then I talk to my very spiritual Aunt about this dream-as if I was telling them a story. The next evening, I am telling Steve about my dream and I can only get a few sentences out of my mouth at a time..my voice starts to crack and my eyes tear up and I have to stop telling him...after I have composed myself, I start the dream story again where I left off, only to have my voice crack and tears well up again ( at this moment my heart hurts as I write this). It occurs to me after Steve's death that HE was who I found in my dream, it was his face I held in my hands.....that is why I had difficulty telling him my dream.
In speaking to my father after Steve died, he shared a conversation that Steve and he had regarding an investment that my dad had made on behalf of our daughter(age 7) for her college education . Steve looked my dad in the eyes and said "I know I will not be here to see her graduate from high school" so anything you can do for her I would appreciate"
1 week prior to his death, Steve was at a car show until late in the evening. We heat our home with a pellet stove and I could not get it to light. Steve walks into a cold house asks why the stove isn't lit and I tell him he had better show me how to clean it, troubleshoot and lite it before he "drops dead"- or his family will have some very cold winters.
So yes, Rose-I think that our souls know and those who open themselves up to listen are sent messages, but they are difficult for us to "read". It may be crazy, strange and just plain weird but I find a bit of comfort in it.
Keith always seemed to know if he was at risk of dying in any circumstances. Many times after the close calls he would say that some angel had garbled the figures and it was not his turn yet.
The last time he told me he was dying and was ready to die. He had been in hospital for a couple of days and the Drs wanted to run some tests and check out his bladder and see what the cancer was doing. He decided that there was no point in doing this and just told them he wanted to come home as he was dying. He was in his chair for a week through the day, barely able to walk/totter the two steps to the bed. After that week he went to bed for the final time as he was then too weak to support himself in the chair. Though he did insist on a final trip out to the garden in the wheelchair before we put him to bed. He did love his garden so much and loved to sit in the sun on the back porch and watch the birds come down to feed.
He was bed bound for the following 5 weeks. Each day he would say not ready yet to me and even through the stages of confusion when the Dr was saying 24 - 48 hrs he would look at me and shake his head no and mouth "Not yet".
The final night he was fully conscious and talked to me for over an hour about our family, our love and my future. He told me then that the time was coming fast. (I think I knew that anyway). He drifted into a coma at 7pm and never woke again.
Keith died at 6.30am the following morning. It was our Wedding Anniversary. It was a date that he had chosen 14 years prior...... I just don't know what to think....
Yes I do
My husband did. He said to his nurse what time is it she said 2:50 he said good Tink will be home is
10 minutes she always gets home at 3 I walked into the house came into the living room kissed him and we
both said I love you. The nurse had just told me he was going into the death stage he was turning blue and it could
be a couple of days. Well with the said after saying he loved me he laid down and was dead. I believe he
waited for me to come home.
Yes, I think that my husband had some sense or intuition of what was to come. He told me about six weeks prior to his unexpected death - just said this as we were getting into bed one Saturday night - that he had had a good life and that I was a big part of what made it good and he was so glad that he had found me. Years ago he had told me that he believed that he would die suddenly and that his death would be harder on me and on his children that it would be on him.
He wrote this on February 12, 2008 at 12:38 in the morning... I found it on his computer...
“Looking for parts that matter
Wet and tired, a strong return?
Fuck the stupid grey mist singing
Old and tired songs
And fuck the sleep that comes begging
With lucid fits of of ill regard
I'm a comet burning loudly
With brilliant flames
Through ripping air
Some tremble with expected doom
But I was only out for
An exalted romp through time
I am gone”
He died June 17, 2008.
Brian always seemed to think he would die young too, and some of the music he liked hits me in a different way now; I wonder if he liked it because it was a premonition or it foretold his/our fate. Little things he said now seem to be signs.
Also, oddly enough, a friend had sent a link to a 3-part story about a man who was killed in a plane crash at 31 years old, leaving behind a pregnant wife and four sons. Oddly enough, he had recorded a "last goodbye" video about 4 months before he died. You can read the story and watch part of the video here (the link is to the 2nd part of the story, which is just the video and some interview footage of his wife): http://www.desmoinesregister.com/article/20101213/ERICSLASTWISHES01...
This topic/thread/concept is in sync with some books about life/death/heaven/the other side, that suggest that as spirits we select what life we will live on earth, knowing our destiny ahead of time. Theoretically, then, we all know when and how we will die, deep down in our souls. Perhaps when the time is at hand, we become closer to that other side and can access that knowledge, or at least it begins to surface.