Hey I think I just got a message from my dad who died recently, OMG

[grannylib]

This is wierd...and sorry this is kinda long but it needs some background so here goes:
I collect old wooden alphabet blocks; I have hundreds of 'em, some spelling out messages here and there, and many more in baskets or bowls just sitting around. I have gotten them at garage sales and thrift stores, and my dad (who was a retired minister and antique dealer) had given me many as well.

Daddy died in January, and a few weeks ago I was at Mom's helping her clear out some things as she prepares to go to assisted living. In the basement, I found two old blocks sitting on a shelf with some other assorted junk, and I tossed them in my purse and when I got home, I just threw them in one of the bowls on the kitchen table. I had glanced at one, and registered that it was yellow and had an "O for Octopus" picture on it, and thought it kind of neat that it spelled out "octopus" instead of just having the letter "o." I didn't pay any particular attention to the other one at all, just tossed it in the bowl with the hundred or so other ones in there.
I have my Mom staying with me for a week or so right now. We were talking about Daddy and also about my daughter, who died about six years ago. One of the blocks that came from a set that Dad had given me had a "C for Cow" picture on it, which I particularly liked since my daughter had a cow collection. These particular blocks were a little unusual in that the pictures of the objects on them were large and the letters of the alphabet were almost unnoticeable, very small and in the corner of the face of the block. I wanted to show Mom an example of that set, and I reached for one of the blocks in the bowl on the table. I thought I was getting one from the set that had the cow on it that I liked, but as it happened, out of all the blocks in there, I chose the OTHER block that I had grabbed out of the basement at Dad's, the one I had never looked at. And when I did really look at it, my knees buckled and I had to grab the chair in front of me to keep from falling down.
It was a block for the letter "G" and instead of the usual goat or gate or whatever, it had a picture of a smiling man and the name "Gordon" spelled out, and that was Daddy's name...and for a little extra added touch, the picture on the reverse side of the block was a bunny in a buggy, and my Mom's nickname is Bunny...
It just really made me happy; it felt like Daddy saying "hi" and being happy that Mom was OK. I had promised him I would take care of her and make sure she was OK, and it was just really cool and VERY wierd to find that....

Just had to tell someone! Thanks for listening...

[Syrinx]

1. thats cool!

A cousin of mine, her mother died recently, and she told me about times right after it happened, her radio would come on by itself and play songs that were somehow very appropriate.

[bubblesby2002]

2. That's a really nice story.

I think your Dad is watching and making sure you and your Mom are okay

[neoteric lefty]

3. awesome

thanks for the story.

[Sperk]

4. I do believe that our loved ones try to communicate with us.

The night my dad died (he was staying in my house at the time), my sisters and I were sitting around after the medics took Dad and the rest of the family had left. We were of course trying to digest the day, reminiscing about Dad and making plans for his services. I kept getting this very strong smell. I didn't know what it was and asked my sisters if they could smell it. I could only describe it as "something sweet". It happened again and I thought I was going nuts because my sister couldn't smell anything. Anyway, a few days later at the cemetery, we all took some of the flowers that were placed around Dad's coffin. My dad loved to garden and bring fresh flowers in the house and we knew he would be ticked off if we left them all there with him. As I'm walking away, I began to smell the various flowers and I smelled it, it was the same smell that was in my dining room that night. It was the lilies. I had never smelled lilies before (they're not my favorite flower). I said "that's it" I was smelling lilies. My mother's name was Lillian and she always said her dad called her, "Lily of the Valley". Was that my Mom visiting us that night in our grief? I don't know, but I like to think so. :-)

[grannylib]

6. That's a lovely story, and a lovely thought...bet it was!

[dbt]

5. My Mom sent me a cat!

On the first anniversary of her death, almost to the minute, my son was going to a music store when he saw a young girl giving away kittens in front of a Wal-Mart.

Despite my previous and very explicit instructions to the contrary, (typical Aries behavior, go figure) he came home with the last kitten, the runt of the litter.

Several months later, we moved into my parents' house, fifty miles away. Jinx immediately went to the pantry door and started meowing her striped ass off. Yes, that was where Mom kept the cat food. And yes, it had been quite empty for several years.

There have since been many more confirmations from this critter. I have no doubt, grannylib, that Daddy sent you a message. I have to go feed mine now...

:bounce:
dbt

[grannylib]

7. Oh cool...thanks for sharing!!

[Lisa0825]

8. That was definitely a message.....

meant to comfort you. My mom passed away the day before Bush's inauguration... I always say she just couldn't bear to see it. there have been three times since, when I am absolutely sure my mom was sending me a message. I don't feel up to telling the story tonight, but I just wanted to say I can completely relate to your story. I hope it made you feel close to him, and know he's at peace.

:hug:

[Ellen Forradalom]

9. Thanks for the stories

I miss my father and brother so much.