wierd thing happened

[kimba]

if you have seen my threads you'll know that my dad died last year and my mum died on June 8th.

 

this afternoon I was out putting some plants in a new section of the garden. I wasn't thinking about mum at that time (although i always am).

 

Suddenly I had this waft of the smell of her hit me. It was very startling. So much that it brought me to tears.

 

This is smell isn't of flowers or perfume , its just her particular smell. It wasn't a windy day. Sunny and sort of still.

 

It was the first time I'd got out in the garden, we used to have that in common.

 

Am i going mad??????????????

[Topper]

No not mad at all. There are a lot of mystries about an After life. I have no real understanding of any of that. I do think our "energy' or soul if you will is transfered into something else. Maybe your mothers energy was just there glad that you are out doing something the two of you had in common.

[quankanne]

nope, you're not going mad ... like Topper said, maybe it was her energy force joining yours for something you liked doing together.

 

my mom died nearly 4 years ago. My sister says she dreams about her all the time, that they talk and generally have a good visit – very realistic dreams. Even though she and I had a particularly close relationship, I rarely see her in my dreams, so I figure it's because my sister needs her guidance, and it's cool that she has this to find comfort in.

 

now, I did have an experience about 18 months ago when I heard my mom, clear as a bell, in a dream, telling me, 'I'm home now.' Husband says that was her way of reassuring me that she got into heaven, and I thought that was a really sweet thought because I really know that she's safe.

 

so I say, NEVER be surprised by what your mother can do, even from beyond the pale!

[serial muse]

This is a beautiful thread - I'm so sorry for your losses, kimba, but I don't think you're crazy at all. I'm very close to my mom and, as she gets on in years, I worry sometimes about how I'll handle losing her. So I find the thought that such a loving soul connection might still persist, in some form, to be beautiful and peaceful, whether it is due to a particularly vivid sense-memory of a happy time or some deeper mystery.

[Enema]

Nothing mystical here.

 

As you know, smell is a great cue for memory. You smell something unique and it can conjure up all sorts of memories.

 

It works both ways. You thinking about your mother in the garden conjured up her smell. It's all chemical reactions in your brain, no spirits.

[ruby_gloom]

so, if i think about chocolate, i will be able to physically smell it?

 

that's absurd.

[quankanne]

don't know about that, but just hearing the word "chocolate" makes my tastebuds come alive ... :love:

 

my mom never really wore perfume because of allergies, but I still associate the scent of "beautiful" with her.

[spookie]

We've had a couple things like this happen in our family too.

 

Exactly one year after my grandpa died, I awoke in the middle of the night in my room. I was in 9th grade back then and we lived in a 2 bedroom apartment, with my grandparents before they died. Lying in bed, wide awake, I heard his footsteps in the living room. He had a very unique gait because of his limp and it sounded like he was pacing the length of the room, like he often did when he was still alive.

 

I was too scared to leave my bedroom and investigate, so I just lay there and listened to his pacing before I fell back asleep.

 

The next morning, before I said anything to anyone, my mom told me that she'd had a vivid dream about my grandfather, in which he came back home and comforted her.

 

 

My dad also told me a story once, about how, on the day his brother died, before anyone had broken the news to his mom, a dove flew our into their beach house, where the family was spending the summer. It was a hot day and she had all the windows open and was sipping tea, oblivious of the fact that her eldest had just drowned. This was many years ago, in a country in which a dove symbolizes the human soul.

 

 

I don't attempt to rationalize occurrences like these, nor do I necessarily believe in any kind of afterlife, but I think stories like yours, whatever they might mean, are touching testaments to love.

[kimba]

Nothing mystical here.

 

As you know, smell is a great cue for memory. You smell something unique and it can conjure up all sorts of memories.

 

It works both ways. You thinking about your mother in the garden conjured up her smell. It's all chemical reactions in your brain, no spirits.

 

yeah but the thing is - I wasn't thinking about her. That is why I was so startled. I literally gasped.

[Nemo]

This is a beautiful thread - I'm so sorry for your losses, kimba, but I don't think you're crazy at all.

I don't think serial muse is any expert on sanity, but on this occasion I agree with her. You are not crazy, just human.

[khudlmee]

You are not crazy, but I think you knew that.

 

I think smells can be conjured up when we do familiar things. I can still "smell" scents from my childhood days. And I am not in the same house.

[kimba]

nope, you're not going mad ... like Topper said, maybe it was her energy force joining yours for something you liked doing together.

 

my mom died nearly 4 years ago. My sister says she dreams about her all the time, that they talk and generally have a good visit – very realistic dreams. Even though she and I had a particularly close relationship, I rarely see her in my dreams, so I figure it's because my sister needs her guidance, and it's cool that she has this to find comfort in.

 

After my dad died last year in april, I started having dreams about him as he would have looked like in his late 20s (before i was born)

 

When he died he was 72, and his body was completely ravaged by cancer. I haven't had any dreams at all where he looked over 30. I think this is really strange, as I wasn't born until he was 35.

 

I continually had dreams about him every week from then on, right up until mum died a few weeks ago. They were always amazing happy dreams where he would hug me.

 

But since mum died it is like he has dissappeared. I had my first dream about mum last week (5 wks after her death) She appeared before me, very hazy, and then vanished before i could say anything. I couldn't tell what age she was.

 

I had a wierd experience about 10 years ago. My nanna was in hospital , and had been for a few days, about 6 hrs drive from where I live. It was nothing serious, she was 96.

 

I was sitting in my kitchen having a coffee and looking at the clock because i had to leave for an appointment at 10:30am. It was 10:15.

 

Suddenly I felt a warm rush come over me and I smiled as I looked towards the chair at the end of the table, and I thought, "Nanna".

 

My mum rang about 2 hours later and said that nanna had died. I said "What time did she die?"

 

"10:15".

[kimba]

This is a beautiful thread - I'm so sorry for your losses, kimba, but I don't think you're crazy at all. I'm very close to my mom and, as she gets on in years, I worry sometimes about how I'll handle losing her. So I find the thought that such a loving soul connection might still persist, in some form, to be beautiful and peaceful, whether it is due to a particularly vivid sense-memory of a happy time or some deeper mystery.

 

Thanks for saying that.

 

I did say to my dad as he was dying, that I wanted him to give me a sign later on that he is alright, wherever he is.

 

I've been looking for literal signs from him around me (things in everyday life) and haven't really found any. But maybe its been staring me in the face all along. Maybe its the incredible dreams about him I've been having since he died??

[kimba]

We've had a couple things like this happen in our family too.

 

Exactly one year after my grandpa died, I awoke in the middle of the night in my room. I was in 9th grade back then and we lived in a 2 bedroom apartment, with my grandparents before they died. Lying in bed, wide awake, I heard his footsteps in the living room. He had a very unique gait because of his limp and it sounded like he was pacing the length of the room, like he often did when he was still alive.

 

I was too scared to leave my bedroom and investigate, so I just lay there and listened to his pacing before I fell back asleep.

 

When I was living in a rental house once, my sister was living with me, and a friend of mine was staying overnight one particular night.

 

The next morning my sister said to my friend "was that you walking around the loungeroom in high heels all night?

She was like. "No, I heard it too , but i was too scared to get out of bed and see who it was"

I didn't hear it at all because i slept through it.

We still don't know who it was.