My story is very real. In October of 2000 my only child, my son, died from the congenital heart condition he was born with. He was 28 days “shy” of his 19th birthday. Needless to say his father and I were devastated; we went through the motions of living day to day. We would not have survived that first year were it not for the fact that he never left us.
Every morning before he left for work, (he took care of some miniature horses in the mornings and rode cutting horses in the afternoons) he would wake me up and kiss me goodbye. I don’t know for sure how long he kept that up but I know I very plainly felt that kiss on my forehead and I still get “butterfly” kisses on my checks.
We had a Chihuahua that he dearly loved and even called him his “little brother”. They shared ice-cream cones, sour apple Jolly Ranchers, Butterfinger B.B.’s and Dr. Pepper, (the vet. was appalled at the dog’s diet). He taught the dog to fetch! Since he was so tiny (a tea cup size) our son kept pom-poms, that you buy at the fabric store, for the dog’s “balls”. They had great fun playing together, “singing” together, and riding and caring for the horses together.
Our son rigged a pouch that he hung from his saddle horn so could carry the dog with him. They had one game they played where he would put the dog on a table in front of him and tell him to sit, then he would snap his fingers in front of the dog’s face and at the same time pull his hand up. The dog would respond by sitting up on his hind legs with his front legs stretched up and give a little bark at the same time. This action would be repeated over and over again until I would tell them both to stop.
One day I was sitting on the side of the bed and had the dog sitting beside me. I noticed the dog looking at something but I couldn’t figure out what. Then I saw him sit up at attention and he began to go through the “routine”. I watched in amazement as the dog repeatedly sat up, extended his front legs and gave a little bark. This went on for a whole minute and then out of habit I said “okay son, that’s enough” and it stopped immediately. It never happened again.
I know my loved ones still live on a different plain, in another dimension, or in heaven – where ever it is we go to from here. When his father suddenly died of the same type of heart failure in March 2008 I felt their joy at their reunion. It was in such sharp contrast to my sudden grief. They still check on me, but they are so happy to be together again and seem so sure that I am in good hands that they don’t come around very often anymore. I miss their physical presence but I know they are okay too. This story is very real and maybe it will give someone hope who has lost a loved one to know that they are still very much “alive”.
Written by Robbie Scifres, Copyright 2009
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OMG THAT IS AN AWSOME STORY AND GOD BLESS YOU KNOWING THAT YOU AND THEY ARE NOW OK.
beautiful story!
Robbie Scifres,
I am right about your good natured.
From your teaching through to your son, I can see the happiness and love within.
And I am glad to see the words you presenting are in a more broad-minded way.
The best hearted people on earth always find difficulties with the bad around.
Seeing the bad people, we wonder if we should be bad and selfish enough to have a better life.
Most kind people inverted and suffer, affected by the cruel, not knowing it’s just a test for us.
But we don’t see behind that the world is also a penitentiary for the bad to learn its way.
When the time is due, the soul collector(s) is/are waiting for its soul.
Sometimes, reincarnation is a phase also for the bad.
I saw many gangsters or dope dealers seem living good, they are too strong and be immuned in a sense that they can’t be touched, except their family or their descendants will suffer. But also the daily fear they have that you don’t see.
The time they die, usually will be greeted by the soul collectors. And be sent for another lesson in life or straight to hell.
If there aren’t bad, there aren’t good. There are losses, so you have misses.
How about the gangsters, they may not even have a gain of any child at all, not to say the near 19 years of memory and experiences that only you are privileged to have and treaure…What about people’s stillborns or born with only a few months.
What about the sickness of intensive care throughout.
I am not able to tell you if there is a God that controls all. But I proved that there is a after-life. There is reincarnation. There are ghosts. There are gods on earth. There are super humans. There are ghosts of animals.
There is a system for after-life!
Memory is sweet. But also can be sour to make one old. It just depends on how you look at it.
Your husband and child may be waiting for your due time or may be not.
They do what they will do in after-life. And you should also do what you are supposed to in real life.
Sorry to hear about your loss. a very sad story but happy at the same time. Thanks for sharing and god bless.
I can’t thank you all enough. You all have been so kind to me. You all listen to my experiences and don’t call me crazy. It is difficult when you share these kinds of things with people and they scoff at you or tell you, you are “creeping” them out. It is all normal for me and I don’t think I could make it without these experiences. I have another story for you.
My son had/has a best friend. He isnow in the Army and has spent three tours in Iraq since the begining of the conflict this time. Now he waiting for deployment to Afghanistan. He doesn’t want any sympathy, he says it is his job and that is what he joined up for. He hasn’t told me so but I sometimes wonder if my son has become his guardian angel. The young man still contacts me every few months and we keep in touch through e-mail. Now for my story…
His Mom was there for me when my son died and helped through the sending of thank you’s for flowers, cards, and food after the funeral. In July she died suddenly. I still don’t know why as her son and daughter is still waiting for the autopsy reports. But when she passed I didn’t feel her presence at the funeral or her home afterwards. I did feel that she had already found something important yet behind the scenes to do and was already very busy. Two or three days ago a depression seemed to take over me and I don’t know why I was depressed – I am feeling much better now. But during those two or three days every so often I would catch a scent – kind of like an outdoor garden (that was her gift in life – a green thumb), not overpowering but there just the same and a feeling of warm sunshine. I know it has to be her and I have spoken to her several times. I feel these visits are special blessings. Thanks for letting me share once again. Robbie
Robbie Scifres,
Encountering ghosts may not be a blessing as you perceive.
Ghosts usually appear in some reasons–they died in undue time, or worry, or uncertainty, or with unfinished business.
The best is straight to a better place that they belong.
The best for you is to let them worry no more. Guide them to the light brighter than the sun.
Sometimes you may just wish in your heart and they understand.
Also your weak body is more likely to receive this sensation of ghosts.
Do more stretching exercises to let your blood flow better.
If the ghosts still lingering, something is wrong, for them, or for you.
You have to find out why.
Also have a compass with you.
Check your health. That shouldn’t move the needle at all, not a tiny bit.
Check the ghost. That would move the needle.
wow beautiful thanks so much!!
Your story touched my heart! It’s beautiful but sad at the sametime. I’m glad I stopped by to read your story. Take good care!!!
that was…beautiful.
What an amazing story. You had me smiling and crying at the same time. I know losing a child is never easy. But as people can tell we do move on. From one mom to another God bless you.
thanks for the story. it touch my heart so much..it almost resemble my experience also.losing someone almost 4 year now.i almost a nervous breakdown when my best cousin passed away .when i sad or not on the mood,i can felt he was there for me.care for me……sometimes i need help to cope my saddness…. but where i can get help? anyone know?
I believe that when a person dies, their soul, which is the spark of life that makes your body be alive, leaves the body and goes to either heaven or hell. But perhaps the spirit is another part unto itself, which is separate from the soul. I think that your son’s spirit just stayed around long enough to make sure that you were alright. Maybe when the person’s spirit sees that their loved ones are alright, it goes on to another plane of existence where it can learn and grow spiritually. Maybe some spirits have reasons such as regret, anger, embarrassment, or fear, which keeps them from moving on. I really don’t know how to understand why or how a spirit can remain after a person’s soul has left their body. I was raised as a Christian, and my mom believes that there are no such things as ghosts, only demons that masquerade as ghosts. But I’m not so sure that all of the things that everyone experiences are always demons. I believe that there are demons that torment, and even possess people. But I just don’t know how to explain, or even understand, a lot of the things that people experience. In my opinion, the existence of ghosts is absolutely the biggest mystery that there is in this life on earth.