Love Never Dies

When my father crossed over, it was expected. He had been in poor health for many years. Being an organist, I was going to play at his funeral -- all his favorite songs. They weren't your ordinary funeral songs -- there were marches, movie themes, jazz, bosinova and some songs that I composed while he was alive. He was a veteran, so I also learned taps, and planned to play it at the grave site with a trumpet setting on the organ.

The night after his death, I was practicing for the funeral. After playing taps, I felt depressed and started to cry. I suddenly felt as if I was being hugged and rocked quietly from side to side. The embrace was warm, and constricting as if a physical body was there. My dad's voice came into my head as plainly and clearly as having a conversation with the living.

He told me that he was no longer in pain, that time no longer had any meaning, no worries, no problems and that I shouldn't grieve for him. I had immediate peace. He instructed me to tell my mother that he would have an orchid waiting for her when she crossed over (which was the only plant she grew). Then the embrace just melted away, and he was gone. Just like that -- it was over.

My dad has contacted me several times in dreams since his death 15 years ago. He always has some message for me. But to date, he has only embraced me that one particular time. When Mom crossed over two years ago, I know she was met by my dad. There are many times I feel one or both of them with me, and I always welcome their visits. Love never dies - . . . it really helps me to understand the Bible verse: "Honor your father and mother". I do, in life and after life.

Change Can Change One Life

After a fair amount of walking around doing a little shopping, my mother and I went to a restaurant to have lunch. There I noticed my coin purse was missing; inside were my student bus card (for the use of public buses at half-price) and my mother's senior citizen's ID for the same purpose, plus about six dollars in change and small bills. I remembered having used the little purse downtown that afternoon, to put some change in. It wasn't a big problem, since I had enough money with me to pay for lunch and buses; just the inconvenience of having to do more paperwork and take the time to go get new ID cards.

After lunch we headed back home, a good forty-minute bus ride. About ten minutes into the ride, a tall black woman I had never seen got on the bus, looked at us and said: "You lost some IDs today, didn't you? I have them, and I want to return them to you." All the money is there, too,she added, holding my little orange and black cloth purse. I asked her how she knew it was ours; she answered: "By your mother's photo," and handed me the purse. Delighted to have our IDs, I thanked her twice and said to her, "You are an angel." She moved on to take a seat two rows back on the opposite side of us. Two stops down the road, she got off the bus.

That shook me up a little more. Why would that woman get on the same bus hours later, far from the place where I had lost my purse, and from the stop where my mother and I had caught the bus, just to return our IDs, and then get off so soon? It made no sense to me. My mother's picture wasn't even a clear one, and the woman had not held the picture in front of us to compare features, nor had she taken the time to study my mother's face. (My student bus card did not have a photo on it). Was the woman really an angel? I smiled and thanked God again.

Loved One Gives Warning

She was on her way home from work on a two lane highway in Ontario, Canada when she heard a voice as clear as a bell say "On the other side of the hill there is a car coming this way in your lane." She blew it off thinking that she was hearingthings. When she got to the crest of the hill, she swerved to avoid the car coming towards her traveling at high speeds in her lane.

Strange Feelings

I have a feeling that many strange things have happened to me, but I am young and forgetful and do not remember many. However one thing stands out in my mind that happened to me at a school field trip camp when I was 12. It was our last night that we would spend at the camp, so I figured that no one would be homesick, and everything would be fine. Yeah, right. There were five rooms in our cabin, all separate, four for the girls and one for our two counselors. There were six girls in each room except for the counselor's room and mine. There were only four in mine.

Suddenly from the room across the hall we heard a long loud scream. Our counselors rushed across to their room. We were told to stay in bed, but after about fifteen minutes, as the screaming and crying grew louder and more intense, nobody really paid attention as the girls from my room and the two others got up and went to the doorway. It was a disturbing sight. Three girls held each close on one bed crying loudly, another was far back in the corner rocking herself back and forth, whimpering something about a dog. A counselor sat with one girl on a top bunk who was shaking hard, slapping her arms and screaming something about spiders crawling all over her. The last girl stood in the middle of the room with the other counselor bending over gasping, then making choking noises. She didn't have asthma.

My friend ran from the doorway back to our room and kneeled on the bed, praying. She looked up at me and said she felt sick. I felt her forehead, it was warm. Finally our teachers came and after about two hours everyone settled down and went to sleep. The next morning we asked the girl who had been shaking what had happened. She said that something had pushed her in the back, and it turned into a prickly feeling all over, like spiders. It began to hurt so badly, she screamed. The girl crying about the dog had a nightmare her dog was getting sick and dying. That morning she got a phone call from her Mom telling her that her dog was dying and they were going to put it down. The other girls just started "freaking out" and they all had a bad feeling something was wrong. That night after everyone had calmed down and fallen asleep, I didn't tell anyone, but I could feel something in the room. There was something very, very wrong. When we got home, I found out that that night when everything went crazy, my grand mother had been rushed to the hospital and diagnosed with lung cancer. She died three months later.