Hello victoria2424, this is the first time I've replied to anyone.  A long time ago our first baby was born, he had transposition of the great arteries, called holts orem syndrome, and was very sick.   To cut a long story short, after a long time in hospital he died when he was seven months old and we were absolutely heartbroken.  One night I woke up and he was beside me.  He was wearing a white gown and was looking at me.  One of the problems he had had was his radius was missing in his right arm, but when I saw him that night he was well and his arm was a normal length.  Joseph would now be 31, we went on to have twins by IVF and all is well.   But I have never forgotten that night and I've told many people.  It was a great moment in my life and gave me comfort.  I hope that your experience will also give you comfort.  Sorry this was so long.  

Hi Tina

Firstly sorry for your loss too in this difficult times. I’m not religious especially as this has happened to us, a happy family of two children aged only 16 and 18 with a husband I loved dearly for 26yrs  .  The afterlife I’m a little unsure but would like to believe there is something.  This is something that I will never forget I know my husband would not like to scare me .  I sleep with night lights on as don’t like the dark now . I’m glad you have told me that you have experienced something too . 

Victoria x

Hi Victoria,

Firstly, I am so sorry for your loss.

Secondly, yes! I have experienced almost exactly the same phenomena.

Last year (2019) early Feb my beloved grandfather got the 'all clear' from bladder cancer (diagnosed stage 1 three years before and not something that the doctors had ever suggested to us was a disaster scenario). However, he started to become generally weak and tired and felt just not himself March/April. 
 

May 2nd he had a horrendous stroke, and the most awful months of my life ensued. At the end of June 2019 he was diagnosed with malignant ascites - an end stage symptom of aggressive cancer (despite the all clear in Feb!).. my mother, sister, uncle and I all proceeded to move in to my grandparents house and nursed him for 5 weeks until his passing. What an experience of absolute life and love. 
 

Around 6 months afterwards, one morning I woke up (half asleep) and my grandpa was sat on my bed stroking my hand. I have never experience anything so real in my life whilst also knowing it was not a physical experience.. in my head he was definitely there with me, scratchy hands and all! 
 

Fast forward to this year and my dad is now battling stage 4 cancer.. just no letting up with this disease sometimes.. life is hard. It makes you appreciate the small things and you battle on everyday. 
 

Much love

H

x