Do You Think I am Daft?!

marmight, chat away to your DH, what a lovely day you have had x

1st picy (sat on bar of second chair)
2nd picy (sat on arm of second chair)
3rd picy (sat on back of second chair)
if you save the picys and zoom in you can see him/her better.

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for Marmite and anyone else kept thinking
not seen him/her for few days, then was sat talking to my mum earlier tonight around 6-45 and ta da!!

You are not daft. I believe there must be personal survival after death and had many experiences that convince me of this.

My daughter lives in the house I grew up in , the last house my father lived in. He never knew my grandson BUT Isaac often looks in the living room doorway and smiles at something we can't see.My mother is convinced he sees my dad - and who knows?

I don't think you are daft, my daughter has two wood pigeons that sit in her garden she believes they are her Nanna and Grandad.

My grandson is convinced that when he sees a robin it is his other grandad who died two years ago. It brings us all comfort to think so too.

Thanks to you all. What lovely posts; it's good to know that I'm not losing it! I haven't been in the garden this week so haven't seen my robin again but hope he will appear again in the future ❤️

How lovely Of course it was him. My dear mum used to have a dear little robin sit on the bird table right outside her lounge window she could get real close to him before he would fly away and she absolutely adored her visits from him.Since she's passed away,a little robin will come visit me in the cooler months and sit on the fence and look at me,and I know it's her presence so enjoy the thought just like I do.

I like this kind of daft!

Long ago people thought robins were the souls of the departed. When I see a robin I think of my dear partner who died last November. There is definitely more to life than the things we can see and touch.

When we buried my late brother, a robin redbreast sat on a nearby branch watching us. I knew it was him.

Absolutely no doubt in my mind that it was his spirit, Marnight, so enjoy your robin - I suspect you'll find that when in doubt, there will be proof and/or answers. When I was through a really bad patch some years ago I found a cheap ankh ring in a charity shop which "spoke to me". I think I paid £1. Whenever I needed reassurance that things would eventually come right, there it would be in full view, then it would disappear completely until next time. I haven't seen it for about 20 years now and suspect that it's gone for ever, but it did its job.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

'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.

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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 ?

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

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

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