The Death of a loved one. Difficult subject for some to talk about I would imagine.
But I'll give it a go.
In 1995 my father was forever being hospitalised. He had already been through bowel cancer and a triple heart bypass, but still suffered with Angina among other things. The last time he was hospitalised, he told me he was afraid that he would be discharged, so I gave him an amethyst crystal that I had attuned to for years prior to that. Kinda like my stone so to speak. He took it, but he was not a believer, until he saw that his heart moniter had normalised as soon as he took the gift. That calmed him down considerably. But while it worked temporarily, it was not a cure per se, only for his fears. That same night, earlier the next morning I awoke with a startle from a dream that I had and was looking at the phone next to the bed. My then husband asked what was wrong as I was also terribly upset. Just as he was just about to ask for a response, the phone rang. It was the hospital ringing me to tell me that my father had passed 10 minutes prior to them calling me.
The dream that I had, was of me snatching that same crystal back, which when I awoke was completely engulfed by guilt for when that phone rang I knew what it was about. The guilt was overwhelming and it did affect me for some 2 weeks afterwards. But then another dream was had, where he appeared to me and hugged and kissed me telling me he is alright and no longer in pain, which then lifted all that guilt from me.
But there's a slight twist too. He was the type of father, old fashioned like you wouldn't believe. lol. The first video player that he ever bought, he controlled the remote solely, no-one was to touch it. lol. But after his death, my then husband and I were laying on the couch watching a movie and then all of a sudden it began to fast forward. As hub then was a psychic rock and total athiest, he asked why I was fast forwarding the movie, and I just looked at him puzzled and then looked at the coffee table which was about 3 feet from the couch, and said "but I'm not, there's the remote". lol. And when I told him that I sensed dad, he scoffed. I said ok, then I'll prove it to you. And by simply saying, "Dad, that's rude we're watching that", it stopped fast forwarding and began to play naturally. So spirit can return to loved ones. Even now it still happens. lol. My father hated animals too, just old fashioned in the way that he hated being tied down by them. But when I became his carer and he stayed with me for a few weeks, he kinda got attached to one of my cats, an older ginger tabby. My father had a particular routine, that he did everyday without fail. And my cat used to sit quietly and watch him do this routine. Even AFTER he died, my cat would sit there and "watch" as if he could still see dad doing his thing.
With my mother, when she passed - well that is a whole new story.
But one thing that I do believe the most though, is that people DO really know or sense somehow, when their time is coming. How I do not know, but I've seen it more than a dozen times now with people that I have known in the past who have passed.
Spirit is still very much a mystery in many ways. And oh! Apologies for rambling, but tried to be as detailed, yet concise as possible.
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