Do You Think I am Daft?!

I have often.heard if a robin comes to visit it is the soul of a special person which has come to be near you.

Sometimes when I have been troubled or down and have been out in the garden, I often see a robin, who comes right up to me and tweets away frantically. I like to think it's the spirit of my mother who loved her garden. I don't care if it's daft, if it makes me feel closer to her. So go on believing.

No your not daft. When my son died I saw a pigeon sitting on a branch and looking in our living room window at me, we saw him a quite a bit over the coming weeks and we used to say ..... Is here. Later on I had a butterfly sitting on the window ledge so no it's just something you can't ignore when you are grieving

Marmight, Your post touched me. No one really knows about these things, do they? It's not beyond the realm of possibilities that our loved ones could be watching over us in unexpected ways after they've passed...so NO, I don't think you're 'daft'. Best, Willa

I think it's lovely and I firmly believe that our loved ones are around us and like to give us little reminders of their presence. xxx

blueskies its deff not a blackbird its just the distance I took it from with my phone, the shadow doesn't show the robin redbreast up.We have blackbirds, sparrows, pigeons, thrushes here in the garden...I do know the difference.. but yes agree it maybe does look like a blackbird from the light and the angle so I can see what you mean..I will try n capture the little tinker at sometime (never have the phone ready at the right time)

I have enjoyed reading all those posts, encouraging and supporting people who see robins and blackbirds and feathers. I agree! I agree! There's SO much we don't know. I call on my lot for help with driving and parking and they don't let me down.

I went the the funeral of my DD's best friend from her two years at school back here in UK (we lived abroad until she was 16). It was the depths of winter (December, just after Christmas) and as we stood to sing a hymn, along the pew seat in front of us I saw a butterfly fluttering along. Sophie, DD's friend, loved butterflies and DD and I were convinced that this was her telling us she was OK. Since then butterflies have turned up randomly in the house and I always talk to Sophs when I see them. So no, you're not daft at all!!!

If that robin prompted loving thoughts of your husband, it counts as a real link with him, whatever your beliefs. I'm sure he would be glad that you remembered him in such a lovely way.

Not daft at all. Of course it was him, how lovely. Don't spend time wondering, just enjoy the moment. He"ll be back too sometime, I'm certain.

A butterfly appeared at my daughter's wedding and sat on the windowsill as if watching proceedings. It flew off just as they were pronounced man and wife. My daughter said it was her granny, my late mum, who would've really wanted to be there. It made us all feel good so no harm done!

Thinking of white feathers. Recently I went to pick up DGS with DGD, aged 4, in the car. A white feather was stuck to the windscreen. I briefly explained that some people think it is an angel we know come to see us, giving my mother and her recently deceased Nana as examples. After listening carefully with her 'thinking' face on she said, 'Or maybe its just a pigeon!

It is a lovely thought, maybe it was who knows? Does it matter? If this little bird brings you comfort believe whatever you want. Just do not get a cat!

I was devastated when my younger brother died at 18 yrs. I was heading for a break-down and just wanted to be with him. One night I woke up to find him standing in my bedroom. He had on this silver robe, something he would NEVER have worn in life. Still I knew it was him and his words will stay with me for ever. 'Please do not worry about me, I am fine. Stop all this crying' Then he just faded away and was gone. I am not mad, I was not dreaming or imagining things, he was as real and solid as he was in life. I am no longer afraid to die.

You enjoy your little robin. He obviously wants to be with you.

Just as an afterthought to my post above I thought I would tell you this story. I went to my brother's grave, which I did once a year because we live far away now. When I got there the plot that my parents had bought to scatter his ashes on was gone as was the rose tree and plaque they bought for him. I just stood there sobbing until OH came over to see what was the matter. He rang the council who told him they had modernised the cemetery and a lot of the cremation plots had been moved. If we wanted to buy a new plaque it would cost £100. I told him that my parents had already bought the plot and I should not have to pay again but they were adamant. When I got home I went to the little case where I kept all his letters (he was a boy entrant in the RAF)and there right on the top was the receipt for his plot. I have not opened that case for many years, but there it was right on top of the pile. I could not believe it. Anyway to cut a long story short we paid for another plaque and he now has one on a wall of remembrance in the cemetery incase his friends visit. Strange things happen in this world and I agree, we do not understand many things that happen. I wonder if this little poem I wrote for my brother would comfort anyone.

A Place In My Heart

There is a special place in my heart
Which I will keep for you
Where I will store all the memories
Of the things you used to do
When I feel sad, I will sit for a while
And the things I remember will make me smile
You are not forgotten; I will always care
I will keep you in that special place
You will always be there
Now you are at rest
And I know it’s for the best
So Rest In Peace, in my heart
We will never, ever, be apart

Grandma2213 I reckon your little granddaughter is going to be a scientist! Love it!

I have a butterfly that comes to my window in summer. I am sure it's my Mum comes to see me. :-)

OP Smiling at your post and other's similar experiences. Yesterday I discovered something from long agin which made me sad and angry with DM. I'm just going to forgive her and have a quiet chat! Thank you! She had a robin in the garden which she spoke to as her DF.
Wishing you all a peaceful day with happy memories ?

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'There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy'....I believe your little robin was all that you hoped.
When my daughter was going through a very bad time, she said that she often smelled a whiff of cigar smoke. My dear Dad, who loved her and had died recently, smoked an occasional cigar, and she said that she knew that was Grandad giving her support to get through.

Of course it was him, who else could it be. I think in a previous life I was a horse because I hate lose things round my middle and belts have to be really tight. <G> I remember all those years ago when my mother died a stray cat came and just sat watching and I was sure at the time that it was trying to tell me something. Silly I know but comforting at the time.

My DGC think that if they see a Robin it is my late grandma who they called grandma Robin ( very close to her actual name) . I don't think you're daft at all Marmight we have to grab these tiny bits of joy whenever we can . Life can be very sad.

"Blackbird" always makes me quite tearful anyway Durhamjen I'm not sure why ? A lovely song to relate to your dear late husband though.

We have two robins that visit us regularly, one smooth and average size, and the other quite tubby and always looks a bit scruffy. My husband and I are convinced they are our mums, one of who was smart and tidy, the other tubby and didn't care about looks as long as she was comfy. I guess we're daft too, lol.

When my father died my mother was griefstricken. They were soulmates and had been married fifty-five years. On the evening after he died in December a tiny bird flew in through mums bedroom window and perched on the sill for ages. It also was seen circling outside in the days followed. Was it Dad....If course it was.

I have not noticed birds but I have noticed other signs since my son died. Recently I moved nearer my daughters and several times I have found white feathers when there is only me to notice them. I think they are from my son and he is telling me he knows where I am and is still with me.

When our mother died, as we left the hospital immediately afterwards, a robin appeared nearby . My two sisters, my brother and I all knew it was her saying goodbye. It was the middle of the night! Again, I don't normally believe in such things but I'm sure this was real and such a comfort to us. So glad the robins, and butterflies have comforted others too.