Many incidents have happened in my life, benevolent AND malevolent views of the other side(s) ;) This is by far the more impressive and comforting incident of my life. My father died in January 2001 from pancreatic cancer. He was luckier than most that the excruciating pain that accompanies such a cancer, only struck him the morning prior to his passing later that evening. For most of the last day of his life, he was semi-comatose. He passed away shortly before 10PM.
I hadn't felt my father around at all, until the summer after his death. It was a very hot day, June, July, or August, I can't be sure. Just hot, humid a regular scalding Texas afternoon. I was at my mother's, had just finished mowing her yard, and was sitting in the shade under her oak trees, cooling off with a glass of iced tea after my yard work. I know I wasn't asleep, it was too hot for that... And I was gritty and sweaty from midday mowing.
I was sitting facing the house, and I saw my father as plain as day, walk across the yard and toward the corner of the house. He was approximately 30 feet from me. He was dressed in a red & blue stripped shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, had on his favorite pair of Levi jeans, dark blue running shoes, and was striding with purpose, his head down as if in contemplation, arms swinging. He was as solid as if he were flesh and blood, oblivious to my presence.
I had a good 15-20 second view of him before he disappeared... It was amazing. I just sat in awe, a wonderful feeling of peace washed over me. I shared this with my sister, who is firm believer due to her own experiences. However, I was hesitant to share with Mom, who gets the willies easily. :)
I did finally share this with my Mom. She wasn't as weirded out as I thought she would be, considering he disappeared into the wall of her house! LOL. Over the last 6 years, Mom has had a few things happen to her that could only be my father, like waking her in the middle of the night like he used to when he was alive. My sister has seen him reflected in windows behind her.
I feel particularly blessed that I witnessed him one more time. When I'm at my Mom's, I do keep myself open to see if I get another sighting of Dad.
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For brevity's sake, and since I considered it my Mom's experience, I didn't elaborate. But, since you asked, I'll tell you. 😊
My sister was really sick with an upper respiratory illness, and sleeping in the bedroom across the hall from my mother's bedroom. Sis woke up, having difficutly breathing & walking, and couldn't call for my mother in anything above a whisper. My mom wouldn't hear a marching band parade through her bedroom, if she's asleep. Once my mother's head hits a pillow, she's O-U-T!
So, my sister is trying to get to her closed door, open it, cross the hall, and wake my mother to go to the hospital. It was that bad, and approximately 2-3AM. Not a chance our mom was awake!
My mother is awakened from her near comatose sleep by "someone" slapping the bottom of her foot. She sat bolt upright, was freaked out, and decided to get up and look around the house. As Mom opened her door, my sister opened hers, and whispered, "Mom?", and she just about had a heart attack when Mom answered her. She never expected our "out-like-a-light" mom to EVEN be awake, much less wide awake and fully functional!
My sister ended up having pneumonia and was uber-sick!
The reason I know it was my Dad...well, that's how he used to wake my mom up when he was in a devilish mood. He'd tiptoe over and tap/slap the bottom of her foot. 😊