Signs/messages after a person passes away

…..or did you eat it?

I saw my lovely daughter in law a few days after she died. I was looking down at my laptop sitting on the sofa & I suddenly had a feeling to look to my right. When I did so K was standing alongside me looking at something on the wall opposite us, as if she was watching tv. I looked over at it & saw a kind of film playing with some young women bending down doing something, I couldn't see what. K was smiling and said 'I never knew they cared so much!' it was quite different to a dream, much more alive somehow. Next time I saw my son, her partner, he said her sister's had done a long run to get some money for charity. I didn't know them, they lived miles away, but they do do running & K & I had seen them tying their boots up!!!
Then I was in Kelmscott Manor where I help, I crossed a room to go to the loo before they opened. For some reason I looked over my shoulder and as I did so someone said 'Boo!' in my ear!!! They do have a few spooky things happen, information boards moving, tea cups being moved. I love it & find it comforting & friendly, not scary. The last story goes to my mum though, it took place in a Landmark Trust Holiday house in Devon.

weird-wiltshire.co.uk/2024/02/26/the-mysterious-ghostly-monk-at-margells/

About a month after my husband died I was washing dishes and listening to music on my playlist. It was a cloudy, dreary day. A song came on that was a favorite of mine and my husband. At the same time the sun came out. Soon after the song was over the sky clouded up again. I just had the feeling that my husband was nearby as strange as that sounds.

It's not something I normally believe in, but a few days after my mother died I went into her living room and the little, blue, Egyptian model of a hippopotamus, that lived on her mantlepiece, had moved to the other side of the mantlepiece. No one else had been in the room and it did make me wonder.

Silver twigs….that’s just the kind of sign I meant! I hope it helps

Fallingstar

Some time after my dear sister died I was in her bedroom with my brother in law helping him organise her stuff to give to charity when we both stopped because her jewellery/music box was playing. It hadn’t played for years. And once the music stopped it never played again.
We didn’t feel at all spooked we just sat on the bed in tears.

After my husband died our bedside clock/radio would switch itself on at night at the time the news came on he always listened to the news before he went to sleep, same thing in the morning, he would awake to the sound of the news.The television did the same, it would defiantly been switched off, but at 10pm every night on it came for the news which he always watched, no-one had put it on! He liked to sit on his own in the front room to do paper work.I would go in there in the evening and find the radiator turned on, when I knew no one had done it!
I saw him in a dream as well .He was standing with a large group of people in what looked like a railway station.A train suddenly appeared and him and the rest of the group rushed forward to meet the people getting off it.I like to think he had been given a part in the Meet and Greet Party because that is what he enjoyed doing.

Yes, Maremia I did keep it, would've felt too weird to eat it Delila after all I didn't know where it came from

It did give me comfort and made me laugh & think of my wonderful Dad with happiness rather than tears but after a while it started to look like some kind of wizened religious relic which was spooky rather than comforting so I buried it by my rosemary (for remembrance) bush.

Over two years ago my granddaughter miscarried her baby, she was nine weeks pregnant.For a week afterwards I got very small white feathers appearing in my house.I told my DGD and both she and I said they had come from her baby.

Cressy

In one of the bedrooms we have touch tap bedside lamps. I remember one day feeling very down and wandering into the room I noticed one of the lights was on. This has continued to happen over the years and whilst I know it is not actually my mother sending a sign it brings memories of my mother’s love and comfort to me. I don’t think I will ever be changing those lamps. 🩷

Touch lamps come on by themselves if there is a power cut or lowering of the current. That can be the sceptical explanation. However I think electrical items can be a means of our loved ones who have passed controlling electrical impulses to send us messages. When we got back from father in law’s funeral all the lights suddenly flickered and dimmed. After my son’s funeral the boiler stopped working and we had no hot Waterford a couple of days but there was nothing wrong with it and it suddenly came back on. Some months later my son’s computer suddenly burst into life. Now when something electrical goes wrong I ask him to put it right for me.

Water not Waterford

My grandmother, mother and cousin have all passed away and I've had communications of some sort or the other with all of them, more than once. Too many to recount on here or be ridiculed for intensely moving experiences which have had an impact on my life, beliefs and faith.

I've always been sensitive with an open enquiring mind and know that there is far, far more to life and passing on than we know. It's arrogant to think we know everything about this universe. Amazing things happen during life, during and after death. Fact.

Have a listen to Uncanny on bbc sounds.

Such sad stories

My husband suddenly at the end of our holiday in Crete. A couple of weeks later I had been cleaning and vacuuming upstairs and took the vacuum back downstairs, when I next went upstairs shortly after there was a sharp pencil in the doorway to our bedroom (my husband was a joiner and always had sharp pencils). Later that day I received a phone call from the undertakers to let me know he had been repatriated and they had collected him from the airport. I like to think it was his way of letting me know he was on his way home.

I won't go into detail but every anniversary of my sister's death, up pops a link on my mobile to a specific post she'd put on her Facebook account many years before her death. I've never used Facebook except for that first time it popped up and did so out of curiosity. Having read that posting it held significant meaning. It's weird and I have no logical explanation why this happens every year and, if I'm honest, the first couple of years it happened it was a bit unnerving but not now.

In recent months, I was practicing some pieces on my piano accordion at home for an upcoming musical event I was due to play in with a group of other players. My accordion decided to suddenly have a stuck bass button. A similar fault had happened many years ago (1978 to be precise!) when I was playing in a concert with my Dad and Dad, being a very handy practical person, had done a quick repair on the accordion's innards using a bit of wire and piece of rubber he'd scrounged up! So, on this recent occasion I remarked into thin air "I wonder Dad if this is the same problem"? With that, a musical model I have of a piano, in a different part of the room, started playing. No one else was at home and I wasn't anywhere near the model. I took this to be Dad agreeing with the diagnosis of the fault, and when later my husband helped me take the accordion apart, it was indeed the same problem with another note (a small connector piece had broken), and after all these years, Dad's repair was still in place and still going strong!
And if anyone is wondering how I know which year the previous fault occurred, I have since found a letter I wrote to the music shop the accordion came from, asking them if they could supply a replacement part for the faulty/broken piece, which they had returned to me with the replacement part - which had never been used, due to Dad's excellent 'temporary' repair!

I do. Every time we go anywhere unusual there is always a swift and it always flies right past my head. No matter which country. I know it is my mum watching and now I have a laugh and just say ‘ there she is again’. When she died dozens and dozens of swifts circled her house in central London. Really spectacular, never happened before and probably not since. I don’t dwell on it, just one of those inexplicable things .

We are all stardust, cannot see how you could get signs, but lots believe they do and if it comforts them that's what matters.

Mum died and i put her picture up on my landing wall. About 2 years after my father came to stay at my house with his new girlfriend. He had never stayed before as lived 400 miles away . We were sitting together in the lounge and heard a lot of banging . Stepping out of the lounge I saw mum's picture bouncing down the stairs then landed on the floor at my feet . 🙏

As beachcomber said,
'It's arrogant to think we know everything about this universe. '

Or as Hamlet says in the Shakespeare play, “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy”

Silvertwigs,, so what did you do with his scarf?

My mum died 3 years ago, I didn't get to see her before she passed. Her favorite flower was yellow roses, she had them in her wedding bouquet.3 weeks after she passed my home shopping arrived on the very first container was a bunch of half a dozen yellow roses, I had not ordered them never order flowers so I like to think it was a sign.

My mother passed away in late October 2003. It was sudden and unexpected, although she had a heart condition and diabetes. A few days after she passed I saw a white butterfly. I had heard that butterflies can be symbolic following a death, but I remember thinking that if it had been a red admiral butterfly it would signify that she was okay. At her funeral wake which was held in her house I looked up at her window and saw a large red admiral butterfly. When I looked on Google I saw that butterflies are very rare in England in November which was when she was buried. Also my mother died on 25th October and my granddaughter was born the following 26th July - almost exactly nine months later.

slightly off piste but my much beloved elderly cat was put to sleep about 18 months ago and two days later we were sitting at home on the first floor (well away from the garden where we get no butterflies either) and an enormous butterfly flew directly to the window and banged against it three times before flying away uninjured. No butterflies ever seen there before or since.