Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Before I start with telling my story, I would just like to say that I don’t know if this is a supernatural experience or not. I have always been sensitive and open to the possibilities of life after death and ghosts, having only a couple of other experiences that I would rather not touch on. I was raised as a Christian, so I do believe that there is a heaven and a hell (and probably a lot of other stuff in between). I don’t know if my experiences were wishful thinking or truly a contact from beyond, but I found great comfort from each of them… so please don’t criticize.

A few years ago, my mother died from complications with M.S. (Multiple Sclerosis). I find it quite ironic that she died on a Saturday, the day before her church homecoming, of which she was very excited to attend because she had been bedridden for months, due to the fact that she lost her ability to walk on her own. Her goal was to walk into her church homecoming (using a walker) and give thanks to God for making such progress in her condition. This, unfortunately, did not happen; however, I find it (again) ironic that she received a true homecoming of dying/going to heaven the day before the church event.

Anyway, when my mother died, although I loved her, we had an estranged relationship due to me and my father fighting so much – more like a power struggle between father and daughter. It was and still is foolish. When I learned of her death, I felt horrible because I had so much that I wanted to know about my mother: her life as a child, her chittlin recipe, other wisdoms that she wanted to share with me, etc.

I felt awful, like I had no right to cry at the funeral, or mourn her at all, because I didn’t visit her in the later stages of her illness because I was mad at my dad. On top of that, I was upset at myself for not being there during her final moments.

A few days after her death, I had a dream: in the dream I was standing in my parents kitchen. I was very upset at my family members who were there… I kept saying “Momma is dying, why aren’t you doing anything?” All the family members in the dream were acting nonchalant and doing nothing. All of sudden my mother, who is supposed to be bedridden, comes walking into the kitchen. I told her that I was sorry for not being there. She smiles at me and gives me a big hug (you know, the type of hug that only a mother can give) and she says to me that it was okay and that there was nothing that I could have done. Then I woke up from the dream.

Later on that year (closer to Halloween), when I was yet again missing her, I prayed that the facts that I read about All Hallows Eve were true (that that is the time that spirits can come back to Earth – one night only). On the week of Halloween, on that Monday night,  I went to bed in our office (we had a rollaway bed setup and I couldn’t bear to be around anyone else because I was missing my mom so much). I set the alarm clock and went to sleep. The next morning, the alarm clock went off, but it wasn’t for the time I set it for and it played Leanne Rimes, “How Do I Live” on the radio. Please believe what I am saying: this happened three mornings in a row, all on Halloween week. On Halloween morning (the very last morning this happened), the alarm clock once again went off earlier than I had set it, but this time the song that played was Phil Collins, “Hold On”. My mother and I did not share the same musical taste, but she respected me and I feel she knew this music would reach me.

I don’t know if this is a radio station auto player snafu, and the alarm clock has no cassette or CD player, but I took it as my mother using her last chance to communicate with me to let me know that she was okay. I remember these events to this day and find them comforting.

During some time after this, I would experience moments where I would miss her so much that I would just get depressed and I would beg for her to visit me (I was also going through a horrible break up and custody battle with an ex at the time as well – and my child was not doing well with her death either because they were extremely close). However, sometimes when it seemed like I was getting back to myself again, I would find that lady bugs would come out of nowhere and land on me or would be in the house (my mother’s only favorite insect). To this day, I still see lady bugs come out of nowhere when I am making a big decision or when I am at my happiest. Thanks for listening! Everything I posted did happened to me. No Falsies here!

Thank you in advance, Caretaker, for Posting my story and peace and love to everyone who reads it.

Sent in by Renee Garden, Copyright 2010