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After Death Communication The reminder of the continuity of life is the theme of this site. When we are able to catch a glimpse of another reality where our loved ones are now residing in, and where we also will ultimately go when its our time to leave our physical bodies, we can use this awareness in helping us to see the sacredness of life , and allow for a healing of our grief to start taking place. The stories that follow are from everyday people, who have had moments of grace or encounters with those who have passed on. Our loved ones are literally, just a breath away. The first story, "Ghetto Chicks and Butterflies" is about my nephew, Omar... Do share your stories, as we are always looking for inspiration! |
where she called him my 'little chick' even if he was a robust 6 ft. 1 inch tall, 18 year old, teenager; he would on occasion sign birthday cards with 'Love your little chick, Omar'. Little did they know that one day their private joke would reach her from beyond this world. One that brought tears and smiles and confirmation that he is alive and in a better place. On a warm New York night in July 26, 2005, Omar came home with a severe headache which was thought to be a migraine; but this headache was different; he had seizures for the first time, and this led to a trip to the emergency room. While his mom and best friend, Gerson waited for the emergency room doctors to take care of him, and Omar was conscious, he suddenly took his mother's hands and kissed them over and over again and told her he loved her. He then turned to his best friend, kissed his hands and told him he loved him; it is as if a part of him knew he was going to die as these were his last words; he closed his eyes after receiving a sedative and died peacefully. Not the doctors or his mother expected him to die. The cause of death was undiagnosed hydrocephalous; water in the brain. His brain filled with water and literally exploded. His passing as horrific as it sounds, was very quick so he did not suffer. For those of us who are left behind after a loved one leaves, signs that confirm that they are still alive, but in another place where humans cannot enter yet, brings much needed comfort; a balm that soothes an aching heart. A few days passed, and I went to the room I was staying in my sister's apt. as I live in Oregon, to check the computer for my emails, and opened an email from my boyfriend; much to my shock, he had passed on a joke picture from an online friend of two pirate chicks with red bandanas around their heads poking at a cat with a sword. I had not mentioned the sign that my sister had asked for, to my boyfriend or to anyone. |
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An After-Death Visitation This story is by a psychiatrist, Dr. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross, who pioneered research on death and dying and the experiences of her terminally ill patients. I was at a crossroad. I felt I needed to give up my work with dying patients. That day, I was determined to give notice and leave the hospital and the University of Chicago. It wasn't an easy decision because I really loved my patients. Continue to full story.... |
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A Tear in the Eye Barbara was driving her six-year-old son, Benjamin, to his piano lesson. They were late, and Barbara was beginning to think she should have cancelled it. There was always so much to do, and Barbara, a night-duty nurse at the local hospital, had recently worked extra shifts. She was tired. The sleet storm and icy roads added to her tension. Maybe she should turn the car around. Continue to full story.... |
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A Touch From Beyond I was living in Los Angeles in 1982 with my girlfriend, Mary, when she took me to meet her seventy-two-year-old father for the first time. Her dad, Bill, a life long heavy smoker, was in the hospital due to complications from emphysema. Bill and I instantly got along with each other. Mary's dad later told her that he liked me, and she said that I was the only boyfriend he had met who he had immediately taken to. I was pleased. Continue to full story.... |
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Kick In The Side When I believe My wife Sue died, her eyes opened wide, rolled back and then peered right through me. Her soul had left her body. As her body wore down she was moved to a comfort room. The doctor told us she may not make it through the night. Later the kids and I left the room and went outside Continue to full story.... |
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After Death Heart Visit My Mother passed away in the year 2000, of old age, so her life was a conclusion to a life that was not an easy one, but was fully lived; she was satisfied until the end, of her role of being a good mother, which she was and still is, as she is with us in spirit. I was at peace we were with her on her final hours, but the death of a loved one is not easy; it often awakens feelings of impermanence or vulnerability that is part of our humanity and it changes parts of our lives forever Continue to full story.... |
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Leonard and Son Jeff Leonard was a wealthy retired construction baron and a member of the United Methodist church I pastored near Bloomfield, NY. In the summer of 1998 I decided Leonard needed a pastoral visit. He was distraught at his cousin's decision to face his last days alone as cancer ravaged his body. I wanted to console Leonard and offer his cousin support. But I thought there was a more urgent reason to console Leonard. A few years earlier, his son Jeff was flying a small plane, when engine failure Continue to full story.... |
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| What made this sign even more touching was that my sister had a picture of Omar as the wallpaper of her computer, where he has a big smile and is wearing a bandana; it was a joke picture as he was not into bandanas. The tears in our eyes wouldn't stop flowing; they were tears of grief and also tears of gratitude that her boy would be so creative even after death, he chose to not settle in sending her only a picture of a small, yellow chick, but of two chicks and with bandanas on. He made sure his mom would recognize his humor. He was in essence saying, 'I love you mom; I heard you, and I am here!' About two weeks passed after the funeral, and as we put one foot after the other while in a daze, which I believe is God's way of helping one cope with a traumatic loss, to be in a temporary state of denial, the doorbell in my sister's home rang. It was her new neighbors who had moved in from China and wanted to introduce themselves and their two beautiful little girls. They brought her a small gift wrapped box as a gift. When she opened the box, there was a handcrafted butterfly with blue eyes and blue circles... Omar gave me my sign. My nephew's passing and his continuing spiritual presence, has started to shift our reality to a sense of knowing that the spirit is eternal and survives death. His physical presence will always be missed, but he will be waiting with rejoicing when its our turn to go Home, especially his Mom's. |
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