My mother was ill most her life she had cancer on and off from 18-42 when she passed away die to cancer. I was 12 at the time of mother passing. I had little experiences ever since I was young and still today. None of them had ever been messages from people though.� My family never let me no how bad it was. I didn’t get to go and visit her and I knew shed get better she always had before. My two brothers are much older than me they were both in their 20s.
My brother Tom had visited my mother that night. It was only me and my sister she was 6. We shared a room and were laying down to go to bed we had school the next day. I had tucked her in and she fell asleep very fast. I couldn’t sleep I had felt a deep uneasy feeling for no reason, I wasn’t worried about my mother it wasn’t even in my thoughts. I lay in the darkness then heard a noise. It was Tom he had gotten back from seeing my mother. He kissed me good night told me my mom was doing ok and I drifted to bed slowly but surely.
I began to dream I was in Hershey which I had never been in before I walked down a hallway and seen my father and some family standing out side a door talking normally. The room read 323. I went in and seen my godmother and grandmother sitting in chairs not speaking starring at my mother. She looked swollen yellow and hopeless like her glow was gone. She gasped 3 times and cried a few tears rolled down her face as they watched. She had died. It became crazy buzzers and crying and nurses and my family rushing in so I had left the room. At the end of the hall was a big picture window you could see the grounds below I looked out in a trans. I felt a hand touch my back and it was my mother she looked healthy and� had a glow a brightness to her. She said I’m sorry and I love you but your life is going to change but that is life you will learn it’s a constantly changing as are we all. She then kissed me and kept repeating I love you over and over and then my sight became blurry and I woke up my face soaked in tears.
I ran out to my brother and told him. He said she’s fine I was just there so I wouldn’t go to bed till he called and he did. The nurse answered he said hello can I speak with my father cause my mother was in coma which I never knew till after she had died I never got to visit her or talk with her on the phone. She said he’s left so he asked how my mom was and she said Oh I’m sorry your family hasn’t called you yet? She just passed away I’m sorry. He hung the phone up and began to cry and I knew.
I ran away for a while and he came to find me but on the mean while my family had all returned to the house and he had told them of my dream. It was all true my god mother and grandmother were the only ones in the room and she gasped and the cried the rest of my family had been in the hallway. I even had the right room number and never had been there or been told. I have never had any more dreams of my mother ever.
This year will be 10 years and my life has just majorly changed and I have been waking up every night a 3:23 am since January 11 which was the day she went to Hershey. It never crossed my mind till this morning that was her room number. I now want to know why I’m waking at this time.
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