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A Christmas Wish

I know there’s life after death, I know sprits are real, and I believe if you are receptive, things will happen. It’s a beautiful thing and I only wish it would happen more often to me! I’ve always been fascinated with anything of a spiritual nature and have dabbled in Astral projection, had some great luck with the Ouija board, and have dreams that feel like “visits”.

I lost my Mom 12 years ago, when I was 26 years old, from a very aggressive brain tumor that killed her 3 weeks after her fist symptom. We were very close, like sisters, and when she passed away I suffered greatly. I still cry in my sleep sometimes. She was only 48 years old, and because I lost my Dad at 15, I felt very much like an orphan when she left me. I totally relied on her for support in every way.

Mom died in March that year. Our first Christmas without her, I went “home” for the holiday to spend Christmas Eve with my Grandmother, my Mom’s Mom. Before I went to her house, I stopped at the cemetery to visit my Mom’s grave. It was a cold snowy day in Massachusetts and I was feeling very sad, lonely, and depressed, still grieving. I stood at her gravesite and told Mom how much I missed her and how much I needed to know she was watching over me. I asked her if she could give me a sign, or let me just see her one more time. I really needed that. I was standing there, sobbing, looking off in the distance hoping to see her. Or hear her – something. Nothing happened.

I got in the car and drove down the road to my grandmother’s. It was early afternoon and we didn’t need to be at my Uncle’s house for a few more hours so I laid down on the bed and rested while my grandmother sat on the couch, in the same room. We were both having a tough time, being the first Christmas without her, but neither of us wanted to talk about it. I didn’t even tell her I went to the Cemetery because I didn’t want to make her cry.

So I rested for a few minutes just thinking about Mom.

Suddenly – the TV across the room turned on. By itself! I looked at my Grandmother and she simply smiled and said “Angels”. I smiled back and said “Yes, I know”. We were both thinking the same thing but that was the extent of our conversation. The TV is fine, it had never done anything like that before, and the remote control was on a table no where near us. That was the sign I asked for, and Mom delivered. It felt very special and it had a soothing effect on me for rest of the Christmas season. This may not sound all that profound, but it really did have a huge impact on me.

I am also visited by my Mother regularly in my dreams and I truly believe this is her way to keep in touch with me and just to generally let me know that she’s around. She came to me again in a dream a few months ago.

I usually dream of her in the house I grew up in, but this time it was in my house, which we bought 4 years ago. I was in my kitchen trying to call the dog to let him out, and the dog kept looking behind him and didn’t want to come down to the bottom of the stairs. I kept calling for him, and FINALY he walked down the stairs. And Mom walked down right behind him! I ran across the room and threw my arms around her and gave her the biggest hug! I cried and I said – “MOM – You’re here?”

She hugged me back and said – “Of course I’m here!”

Thanks Mom. I still miss you more than you know, and I’ll never forget all of the memories we’ve shared. Merry Christmas!

 

Story by IslandGirl

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