Oh that's so lovely ...

I remember one Christmas after I lost mum .. id took a xmas card and flowers to the crematorium.. theres was a beautifull tree full of cards and christmas things from so many whod lost someone .. it was magical .. and so nice to have a place to go to put a card .. and more then anything to realise i wasnt alone ... when i sat back in car, like you was thinking of mum and how that big hole shed left wouldnt be filled ... i put my radio on and there just starting was michael jackson singing "just call my name and I'll be there ... "  what a wonderfull feeling that was ...  

Esp this time of year ... it's one for the heart ...

Sadly lost a friend a month ago (kidney failure). It wasn't a shock as I could see her deteriorating but none the less it hurts. She was really into mediums and would bagger me into taking her to out local spiritualist church for readings, it seemed to bring her comfort. The day after she died I asked her to send me a sign that she was okay, that night I heard a dripping noise, went to investigate and found a small puddle of water at the door of my kitchen, looked up and saw small droplets coming from the ceiling. I said to my son, "that's Helen letting us know she's okay"; Helen and I met for the first time as she lived above my mother, she had a burst pipe and water came through my mother's kitchen ceiling, she was worried when my mother told her I was coming over to hers LOL Helen was scared I was going to shout at her. We became friends after that :D

The water in my kitchen stopped but then two days later started again, this time I thought maybe it wasn't a sign and I best get a plumber in. The plumber arrived and after investigating said he was perplexed as the area above the leak had no pipes as it was the upstairs landing, he took everything apart as he said he was not leaving until he had figured out where the water was coming from. Two hours after taking up flooboards, skirtings, bath/shower panels etc he couldn't find anything and left scratching his head. There was no sign of water thereafter until a week later when I went to Helen's funeral, came back and then heard the dripping again. It stopped within minutes and I've had no further water for the past 2 weeks - nor do I expect to either. ;) RIP Helen

I love hearing all these stories. They are such a comfort.  The other day I was having a bad day sobbing my eyes out. Then saw a feather on my knee just Sitting there.  
 

I also have a little wag tail bird that has started sitting outside my kitchen window the same time every single morning. When I'm having a cup of tea. It looks through the window. I wave and then it hops off and flies away 

Before my dad died he fell in front of the TV. Which put a shadow over the clock. A few days after he died that shadow come again in front of the clock. The lights would flicker.

My mum died in may this year, 1 White feather appeared at my back door on 1 of my bad days. Always heated about it never had it happen to me. Then a shadow when I was in bed, I freaked closed my eyes tight and opened them again and it happened again. 

I'm not into all this after life but this did freak me out. Maybe it's a comfort thing to remind us that people are still with us. I don't think much about it, I just take comfort that someone is with me. Xx

Hi 

I know exactly what you mean! When my Nan passed away she said she will come back as a robin and we always get one in our garden mostly everyday, my mum passed away in May and she loved butterfly’s and the amount I saw was crazy I even had one on my foot and wouldn’t move even when I was walking, then I started seeing two robins and our kitchen light flickers now and then,

also the smelling thing I get that too when I saw her in chapel of rest it has a smell to it then when I was at home I just had a whiff of it then it gradually went away and I came down the stairs and had a whiff of her perfume it just made me stop right in my tracks, it gave me comfort in a way knowing she is around me x

My mum died in 2017. I've had a few small things happen over the 2 years but this one felt pretty significant to me. One day i was going through my cupboard looking for some dvds i had in there. I had my phone out playing a song which is called 'Mothers' by 'Daughter'. 
Song stops playing/pauses randomly during the song. I was like weird but okay, just keep looking through my stuff for these dvds.
Then i find a notebook in my cupboard. For some reason, I open it up, and theres a message that my mum wrote there saying 'i love you forever holly, from mum'. I had no idea that this was in there at all. Then the song started playing again by itself. I absolutely burst into tears after this lol x

My older sister (then 7 now would be going on 19) passed away when I was going on 5 and I hate saying this but I really don’t remember what she sounded like, mum always told me how she love singing and dancing (much like I do) and every time I see a feather it reminds me of my sister Siofra and how when she danced her reel or slip jig (Irish dancer (her two fav dances)) she would be “as light as a feather”

i also see sunbeams as a reminder of her as on the day of her funeral there was soo many sunbeams in the way to my aunties house (she took care of me and my brother to stop us bothering mum or dad) 

My grandad's pond was his pride and joy but sadly all of his fish were eaten (presumably by a heron) in the months before he passed away. The pond was completely empty, nothing in there, no signs of life for months not even plants, but on the day my Nan scattered his ashes she saw a white fish jump out of the water. I can only take that as a sign of him saying he's at peace. I've never believed in anything spirtual before but hearing that moved me to tears.

I also I take birds being close to me as a sign, as my grandad loved birds. But basically, any time there is a beautiful sunset or sunrise, or a full moon, or when the sun shines on my face I feel closer to him. 

Beautiful stories. 

I too am an agnostic. When my beloved gran passed, 25 years ago, I felt it. When I came home to my students accommodation, my dad was there, I told him 'I know', and gave him the exact time of her death. She had, according to my mum, whispered my name when she died. I was the last grandchild and the only granddaughter of a large brood of cousins, needless to say I was the apple of her eyes. 

To this day, I still feel her presence. While I don't see signs, I can feel her. She has kept an eye on me and my family and I think has done many things for us. I decided to throw a family party for her centenary last year, it was fantastic. So much love