Heard my name called

I have heard my sister’s voice and I’ve felt terrible about it ever since because I had nodded off in my 4 yr old son’s bed as he played with his toys in the room.
My sister had recently died of breast cancer at the very young age of 36 and had had a very traumatic few years preceding her diagnosis. Nothing was going right for her. She had wanted family and it wasn’t to be and I suppose everything she wanted, I had which made me feel very guilty. She wrote me a goodbye letter before she died which told me she loved me and made my heart break. I didn’t reply to it other than to say thankyou which I’ve always regretted. I suppose I didn’t want to accept the awful situation.
When I heard her voice she was shouting, “You bitch!” at me as I woke up and I heard it when I was awake too. I felt so guilty for my son that I had slept even for a short time and I felt awful because her voice sounded so fierce that it seemed full of hate.
I am hoping that if there is life after death that she loves me as I do her even though I have made many mistakes in bringing up my son. :-(

Gosh that's impressive, Trixee!

In the forties and fifties a certain folk song was often played on the ‘wireless’, as soon as Mum heard it she would drop what she was doing and rush to switch it off. We never knew why because Mum would be snappy if asked saying it was “just unlucky”. After Mum had died I went to a spiritualist meeting in the village hall a few times with friends for tea and a natter. One such time after the meeting the visiting medium came over and said she could hear singing connected to me, when she told me the song, I was dumbstruck.

Guineagirl yes it was a great comfort to me, as lots of things have been over the years, I always feel sad though when I hear that some other people haven’t had an experience to comfort them, I’d love to think that more people will at some time in their lives, as it really does help you come to terms with death

Many years ago, when i was 15, my father had a massive heart attack and was dead before he even hit the floor. A few days after he passed, i was at home walking upstairs to my room when i heard him call my name. I never heard him since. The night before he died, we had fallen out with each other. I wonder if he was trying to tell me that everything was alright between us again. I will never know now.

My daughter had got up in the night and gone into the bathroom to be sick, I hadn’t heard her get up though, she is 17 and never knew any grandparent. Next morning she thanked me for having talked to her while she was vomiting, I told her I hadn’t but asked what was said. The words spoken and the way they were spoken was as my mum used to talk to me. Often hear and see things in my home though so not surprised

Yes I've had this a few times, Dad
and Mam died 15/10 years ago, wakes me up and makes me jump, as I have heart trouble I wonder if something is happening and they shout my name to bring me round but no idea why I hear it really

When we where leaving the Chapel after the service for my darling husband came on the radio in our car it was Woman by John Lennon one of my John's favourite songs I have heard it so many times since then brings tears to my eyes every time.
We had so many special songs and I can remember where we where for every one.

My darling Dad came into my bedroom, sat on the bed, put his arms around me and told me to look after Mum. He had been cremated a fortnight before. I then had a vivid ‘dream ‘about him where he was in a beautiful garden , leaning on a spade with the loveliest smile on his face. He handed me a bunch of flowers , reassured me he was alright and that Mum would be joining him. The next day my lovely Mum died. As far as I’m aware I’m completely sane. These happenings were comforting not at all frightening and whatever anyone else thinks, I think it was my Dad helping me.

A friend of the family whose mum and dad passed within six months of each other, when she was a young single mum, told me this of her father: he used to visit regularly and sit in the armchair, the last time he came his hair was very long and tied up with something like chop sticks keeping it in place, he was wearing white robes, and told her he would not be able to visit any more as he was going to a place where there are many doors. I think that was the last time she saw him.

It was; thanks D, thanks for everything [pause] thanks for everything you've done

My youngest daughter & I were always telephathic , Kryptonite She had just moved out and needed to speak to the doctor about something but never phoned them for an app. So a week later I phoned them and the receptionist said ' you'll never guess who's on the other phone, asking the same thing as you, your daughter!' We had lot's of situations like that, so making it so hard when she estranged herself 7yrs ago. A few weeks after the estrangement I heard my granddaughter calling me we were very, very close.

I can remember my mum & dad's voices, clear as a bell & their laughs. When my dad passed away, I was with him in the hospital, they said it was just an infection, but would keep him in for observation over night. When I left he said ^ thanks D, [pause] thanks for every you've done^ which I thought was more than needed. Next day when I phoned, they told me he had passed away [they only had my brothers no. his ph was off] So I think my dad knew he was going, contary to the Doctors.

Trendienannie that must of been a comfort to you. I know there are sceptics about this sort of thing but I don’t see how anyone unless they do die and come to life say these things don’t happen. I don’t find as many now but when my Mam died I found a lot of white feathers one on the roof of my car the week I bought it which was in the garage at the time and one next to my bike. I believe in the feathers.

When my Mam was dying she was calling my Dads name Mam had dementia and she couldn’t really remember his name but she called it quite loudly a few times before she died.

Has anyone watched or read the Lovely Bones?

I had a strange dream about my daughters father (ex) being in a hospital bed. Very real to me. I told her. Sadly she didn't contact him. He died a few months later.
When she went to organise his funeral she stayed in his house. On the first night she woke up to him shouting her name. Like she was getting told off as a child again. It frightened her. And upset her in equal measures. They had a difficult relationship. I am sad for her that she didn't get to say what she wanted to say and especially that she didn't make it in time to say goodbye ?

Now I'm quite scared my mother might suddenly appear, although I think it's unlikely ( long time ago ). She was the cruelest person I have ever known & I've never really got over the things she did & said - I get many flashbacks & have to make a big effort to concentrate on something else. Those of you who have nice memories are very lucky.

After my husband died I “saw” something shadowy downstairs which frightened me, although I so wanted to see him and still do. I have heard my name called, but don’t know who it might be. I also have tinnitus!
I wake up so many mornings after dreaming I am with my husband or my mother and find it a comfort to think we probably spend hours with them in dreams but only know of it just before we wake. It reminds me of the lovely Roy Orbison song “In dreams”

I'm watching 24 hours in A & E, and a man is speaking about the death of his son, and how he heard his voice say "Dad! Its ok, I'm alright".

And I truly hope it does for you MissAdventure?

You've not upset me, TrendyNannie.

Its a lovely thread, and gives me a little bit of hope that it might happen to me, too.

My sister was born in the ‘front parlour’ at home in 1946. Obviously no-one had phones, so news had to be passed via the post.
Next morning Mum was lying in bed when she saw her mother walk in, study the baby lying in her cot, and walk out of the room. Gran lived 20 miles away, and was in excellent health.
The following day my uncle arrived. As soon as she saw him my mother said, “Mum’s dead, isn’t she?” Gran had died suddenly around the time that she had appeared, to see her new grandchild. My Mum was the most down-to-earth person, but stood by what she had seen, for the rest of her life.

I've had many wonderful experiences which were a huge comfort at times when I really needed them. One was a dream which included something to do with a mobile phone, in which my late husband, who had been killed in a road accident said "Don't worry about me - I'm fine. And you and anyway, you and I don't need a mobile phone to keep in touch". He also came and stood beside me in church but when I turned towards him he vanished. And then many years later after my partner died he came and seemed to enfold me in grey wings and said "That's me away now". I truly believe something of us lives on after death.

I love reading all these stories - I find it very comforting - so thank you everyone for sharing .

No voice but several months after my mother died I was trying on a dress in a changing room, and as I looked at my face in the mirror I saw my mothers’s eyes smiling at me.
I bought the dress and it was my favourite item of clothing for many years.

My brother was in the army and abroad in the Far East where he contacted Lymes Disease and was seriously ill and in a coma. We knew nothing of this, but one morning my mother said she woke during the night to hear him calling her name and there was knocking at the front door. So much so she got up out of bed to open it. Thankfully he recovered but it was a few days before we were told he had been in a coma.

My nicest experience happened when visiting my mum a month or do after my dad died.
I sat down in the armchair that he most used, and felt the most incredible, warm sensation, as if I was being a big hug. It was so comforting.

Even though logic tells me that it could have been nothing more than my imagination, I still get a happy feeling when I recall it.