A Special Visit

My mother passed away eight years ago due to a short battle with cancer. I was 22 years old. Naturally, I was devastated. I was angry that she left us so quickly and became deeply sad. I literally cried every single day for three months. Amazingly, I dreamed of her every night. The dreams helped me cope a little because I always dreamed she was comforting me in some sort of way. But I wanted to feel her near me.

One evening about three and half months after she passed I had a very hard night. My fiancé at the time had come over to visit and fell asleep on the love seat after dinner. I slipped out of the living room and went to bed in my room. I could not get my mom out of my head. I wept and wept for hours as I lay curled on my bed. Around 2 am I got up and went to sit on my front porch to get some air. I sat there alone for some time and listened to the stillness of the night. I looked up to the sky and told my mom how much I missed and needed her. I began to laugh a little as I remembered some funny moments we shared together. I started to feel a little better and decided to go back inside. I quietly went in, trying not to wake my fiancé and decided to lie on the sofa. I laid down facing the back of the couch. I believe I laid there, in the dark, for about 15 minutes when I heard a shuffle on the tile floor. I tensed up because I immediately recognized the sound. I realized they were footsteps as if someone was wearing house slippers. I began to feel a warm presence moving towards my back. I was still facing the back of the couch and could not bring myself to turn around! The only person who ever wore house slippers was my mom!

I was scared but excited at the same time because I knew those footsteps! I heard the shuffling come closer to me and I blurted out, "Mom, if that is you, please stop because you are scaring me!" As quickly as the shuffling began it stopped and I felt the warmth of the presence leave. I sat up and tried to peer into the darkness of the living room. I listened but the only thing I heard was my heart thumping. "Mom, was that you?" I whispered to myself. I got up and ran to turn on the light switch. The only one in the living room was my fiancé, passed out on the love seat.

After that night I began to feel better and my sadness began to lift. I feel she came to me because she knew I wanted to feel her close again. I am convinced my mom came to pay me a special visit and I truly believe it helped to ease the pain of losing her.