This may be wishful thinking but I feel like I have already gotten 3 signs from my DM and she has only been gone for a little over a month.

1)At the visitation, which was at her church, we arrived early so we could see her alone and prepare ourselves emotionally. She was in the chapel. The pastor came in and turned on some nice background music. I watched him do it. It was on one of those big stereos with all the mixing controls. He then left and said he would be in his office. My sisters and I were up front by the casket, sitting in the front pew. All of a sudden, the music got really loud. I mean it was so loud, we couldn't hear each other talk. My mom always LOVED music. When the pastor came back in, I asked if he had adjusted it from his office. He said that the only way to change the volume was in there, with the stereo. Nobody had been in that chapel except us. I know it was her. That morning, when I was showering, I was crying and begging her to send me a sign to let me know she was okay.

2)Two days after her funeral, I went to the cemetery. It was very painful as the grave was so fresh. The casket spray of flowers was lying over her grave. I was talking to her and crying. I looked down, and one of the leaves was moving back and forth. It looked just like it was waving at me. The air was completely still. There was no wind and nothing else was moving. I knelt down and put my hand right by the leaf, but felt nothing.

3)I have a picture of her on my top bookshelf in the family room. It is one of those pictures that is on a canvas, from Olan Mills. I never got the frame attached to it, so it just sits there, around the picture. Yesterday I found the frame on the floor, with the picture still sitting up high on the bookshelf. There is nothing on the other side of that wall that would have made it fall. I tried to recreate the frame falling, and anytime that I made it tip, the picture would also fall.

Please share your stories. These things give me so much hope. Thanks.

A couple of weeks ago, I was laying in bed waiting to fall asleep. I closed my eyes and I start to feel an elbow jabbing me right underneath my ear/jaw area.
This past Monday, I'm visiting my older brother and his wife. Well she starts to show me how my mom would show them that she would make little holes in the dirt with her elbow as a kid! I was like what? It was my mom's elbow that I felt!

Hi,
I lost my mom on Valentines Day. Others have told me to look for "signs" of her...something that just she and I would know. I keep looking, but havent seen anything yet. I want to so bad. Maybe I am not noticing enough detail. It makes me so sad to think about her. I know it has been over 3 months already, but I still cry a lot. I miss her terribly. Her birthday is next weekend. I keep thinking how we planned a surprise for her 90th birhtday last year, of course not knowing it would be her last. I took her to get her hair done. She felt so special.

Mari

Care, do you talk to her? Maybe you should ask her for a sign. I'm sorry you're so sad.

I once heard that if you come upon a coin in an unexpected place while you are thinking about a deceased loved one, this is a sign.

This happened to me today. I choose to view the coincidence as a positive occurence.

I hope this wasn’t “ a sign”, but it makes one think. My Dad passed 10 days ago and my niece, who was close to him, was having a hard time with his death and wouldn’t even talk about it for 6 days. Then on the 7th day she was in her kitchen and asked out loud for a sign of where he was and if he was OK. She immediately turned around and saw that the toaster was ON FIRE. She asked him not to burn the house down and the fire went out. Weird, huh. My Dad was an agnostic and a sometime prankster. Something’s never change-even in death. For those who see ‘hell’ as his dwelling place as a result of this event, I only see a new toaster in my niece’s future.

The day we buried my dad was a very emotional one for me - I wasn't especially close to him but I did feel a loss of security as he always took care of me and gave me a hand when I needed it.

Our house was full of family guests overnighting, and I had left my bedroom door ajar so that the hall light could be seen.

I was in a semi-asleep state when I turned on my side and next to my dresser I saw a very wide black shape.

That shape then broke into two distinctive human shapes: one was my dad. I did not see his face at all, only his clothing. He was dressed as he used to be when we went on vacation in New Hampshire, and I remember thinking that he looked like that when I was a little girl. He held out his arm and was advancing towards me.

The other shape was behind him and was much shorter, and all I saw was a black shape, nothing else, and that shape was advancing along with my dad.

As my dad got closer to me I freaked out and started screaming - my sister and mom ran upstairs and I was sobbing. I explained to them what I saw and they both kind of dismissed it.

This happened almost 30 years ago and I just recently theorized that the black shape behind my dad was his mom - I had only met her once in Poland, and she looked like the stereotypical sweet little babushka.

One of my friends told me that my dad was reaching out to let me know he would still be around to take care of me.

I never had another experience like that one, until my mom passed away last December.

One of my friends came to stay with me and she was remarking on the lovely furniture, rugs, etc., my mom had left me.

She looked at the (very valuable and very large) Persian rug and said, I'll be this probably cost about $1,000. At that moment, one of the pictures on the wall crashed to the floor - I could envision my mom very indignant, saying "$1,000??? More like $10,000!!!"

We both had a good laugh at that one.

Keep 'em coming. I love reading all of these.

After my mom died on Father's Day 2004 I began having signs almost right away that gave me what I call a "knowledge" of her messages of comfort to me. One of the more recent signs I've experienced is the 3:33 on the clock when I am having some type of emotional difficulty. This 333 numbers seems to be a sign from my mom when I see it, as it comforts me as a message from her (as well as my dad, or whoever is sending the comforting msg).

My sister just died two nights ago Monday, June 1 at 10:30 pm. I've been hoping she would start her own signs too. The night Patty passed I could not sleep, going to bed maybe 2pm or there abouts. I slept fitfully at first, waking on and off. Then I woke again and glanced at the clock, seeing 3:33 again..... As was usual when this happened, the immediate thought was of my mom sending me a msg and this time it went a step further.

When my father was alive, after his retirement in 1972, he, my mom and my sister Patty were inseparable. I used to fool around, calling them the Three Muskateers. Tuesday morning at the site of the 3:33 on the clock I laughed out loud, realizing the 333 stood for the three muskateers and that Pat's death gave the finishing touch to the message they all three were sending me.

Kathy, I love this story! You must feel some sense of comfort that the Three Musketeers are back together. I'm really happy that my mom is with her sisters and her parents again.

Well, I think I got my sign! I wrote last week that I was hoping for one but hadnt gotten one yet. Jackie told me to ask for one...so I did.

Yesterday was my mom's birthday. She would have been 91. She died in February of AD.

At the end of the workday yesterday, I got a call from a friend who said she was at her timeshare at a beach about 25 miles south of where I work and asked if I wanted to come down and visit for the evening. Since it was Friday night and no work the next day, I decided to go. Very spontaneous...not something that is typical of me. My friend's timeshare unit overlooks the ocean. We sat on the balcaony and watched the sunset and enjoyed a glass of wine. That's when I wished my mom a happy birthday and told her I loved her and asked her for a sign. Soon, it grew dark as the sun set. It was a full moon, but there were big dark clouds in the sky blocking the moonlight. I was getting ready to go home when I saw a white light flashing way way out in the distance on the ocean. I kept looking at it. It seems as though every time I said to myself..."Happy Birthday, mom, I love you and miss you" the light would flash. I sat on the balcony watching it. Then, it finally stopped. Then the clouds broke apart and the full moon light shone down onto the ocean lighting up a huge circular area of the water. I want to believe that flashing light was my mom...saying goodbye and the moonlight was God telling me she was with Him now. Maybe I am grasping here...but I wanted to share another birthday with my mom...so I did.

Mari

Mari, I'm sooooo happy for you! You know how people say "that gave me goosebumps"? Well, your story literally just did that. My eyes are welled up with tears. I really believe that was her. What a great gift she sent to you.

Thank you for the confirmation jackie.

Mari

One of my favorite stories about the signs my relatives sends me started the beginning of January when my sister was rushed to the hospital with what we believe was seizure activity. She shook for two days without stopping. Eventually the only thing that stopped it was after she was put into a hospital room in the middle of the night, Phenobarbital was given to her. She stopped shaking after about 1/2 hours completely and did not start again at all.

The strangest thing was that she was put into the exact same room she had back in November after seizure activity. That stay I believe was for ten days.

In January as I was with Patty in her hospital room I would read or watch TV, try to talk with her some to be sure she knew I was there. As I spoke with her once, I remember telling her that I was looking out of the window, noticing in the distance a house that looked like a happy face. And I remembered seeing it before, probably in November when she had been there. Nothing major about it, just that I had mentioned it to her.

That night on my way home I saw a very large billboard with a very large, in your face, happy face, but this one was smoking a cigar. As I passed it I laughed and said to myself well that can't be my parents, as they never smoked and would never present themselves with smoke as they were so against it. Then bam! I "knew" it was my brother sending his two cents!

My brother was very ill. After my mom's funeral I invited him to live in the area of my home where mom had lived. He stayed with me for 6 months and I learned lots about swallow issues because of him (my mom had died when I was feeding her - she aspirated). During his stay I took him to multiple doc appts and swallow testing & training for swallowing thickened foods. He used breathing machine for emphezema as well.

He still insisted on smoking at least one or two cigarettes a day. He had strokes while living with me too, but nothing stopped him from smoking. He insisted it helped his breathing.

Well, now you can see who was sending the message that day. I wasn't sure I wanted him to be sending messages that way, but he was stubborn in life and now he was going to prove he was up there somewhere and tell me Patty was being watched over too. Probably me too!

Kathy, I love this story! What a wonderful caring person you are. You have done so much for your family. I'm sorry you have lost so many people.

First sign was the day of the wake & funeral, I asked for strength to get me through & she answered.1 Week After I was going through the channels & stopped on some old movie on channel 13, 3 Coins in a Fountain, I never watch that channel. I always wanted to know where my name came from & there it was I remembered my parents telling me it was from this movie. I still have moms stuff in my empty room, every now & then I smell her perfume. Hoping to get to meet with this medium that was great, but so far no luck, she is just to busy.

My Mom is the one with AD, however, years ago we had gotten a sign from my Dad who had died of renal failure over 11 years ago while undergoing dialysis.

I can't remember the year exactly or why we were at the cemetary but we had gone after a trip to the shore. At that time the cemetary allowed planters for real flowers. Next to Dad's planter was a sea shell - we had nothing with sea shells on his grave and none were around him so it as he knew we were at the shore. The other thing we saw was something shiny in the dirt and it was a hershey kiss so he sent us a kiss from heaven. Have no idea how it got there except for he wanted us to see it.

Know this story didn't relate to an AD passing but wanted to share anyway.

Wow, MW! Thanks for sharing. What a great story. It doesn't matter if it's AD related. I like to hear all of them.

I truly believe you find the majority of signs in the beginning and then when you ask for them.

The night my mom passed she lifed her hand a minute and half after passing (while I was holding it)...in a slow non muscle spasm twitchy way, then when I left her room and sat outside in the lobby the radio was playing Garth Brook's song "More Than a Memory" and then on the way home a single gold star was shining in the sky.

I had always heard pennies were signs but never really believed it until my mom passed and all of a sudden pennies started popping up in very strange places and at very odd times.

My favorite Hospice Nurse always looks for rainbows because that was her and her dads sign. Well, I wanted to get a gift for that nurse and sought out to find a rainbow well wouldn't you know I couldn't find ANYTHING with a rainbow on it! So I asked her dad to help me and shortly after found a gorgeous handmade beaded bracelet that was all of the rainbow colors!!! I guess he only wanted the best for his daughter ha ha!

On the Interstate on the way home from my moms funeral late at night I was thinking about the nurse and her dad etc and in my head I was begging my mom to send me a sign...well shortly after we started to run out of gas before our usual gas stop exit. So we pulled off and as we headed to a station I decided we should check out the station across the street to see if the prices were better. Well, their prices were way higher but I was stopped in my tracks as I looked at the window to the gas station and saw a Miller Beer sign that was a lit up rainbow with the Miller logo above it! I was so amazed I took a picture of it. My mom passed in January of 08 and I have never before or after seen a beer sign like that! Then one night I was driving home and I all of a sudden started singing the lyrics to "Over the Rainbow" and then I thought…okay mom if you are really around then give me a sign. So I decided to change the radio station thinking how weird it would be if that song was on like an oldies station or something. So, I hit seek and it went straight to the oldies station and I heard the last few lines of "Signs"…ya know…"signs, signs…everywhere are signs…" (According to the psychics I believe in signs are always all around it is just that we don't pay attention and are not open to them.) So anyway, I thought that was very strange and said okay, hi mom…I got your sign.

Well, I went home and about an hour later I was on the mydeath space website and saw one that interested me so I clicked on the link to the myspace (I don't usually go this far) and first thing I see is a rainbow graphic on the page that keeps bringing the rainbow out of the clouds and then I scroll down the page and stopped dead in my tracks…my mouth literally dropped open and I swear my heart stopped! On the playlist were two songs…first one was "Barbie Girl" which was highlighted red with an error message causing it to not play (for the record according to comments on the page Barbie Girl had been playing very recently). The second song which was playing…was by FAITH Hill…"Over the Rainbow"!!!! Now whenever I see a rainbow in a strange place or at a strange time I say "Hi Mom"

I've heard so many amazing stories about signs from people and have experienced so many more of my own that I know they are real. Here are just a few of one of my good friends who lost her sister shortly before my mom passed:

1-the day Sabrina died about an hour and a half after being pronounced dead while we were in the hospital room with her, the tv turned on..no remote in the room...every one but the cop was touching Sabrina at the time....The show that was on was Sabrina the Teenage Witch. The cop tried about three times to turn it off...and COULD NOT...the only thing we could do was turn it down so that we were able to talk to her body.

2-the day after Sabrina died while we were making funeral arrangements, we had to drive out to the section to pick the exact spot we wanted...on the way back to the mortuary, i was upset and said that i didn't want to have to visit Sabrina in the f*in cemetary...my grandma parked her car and got out to give me a hug through the window that was rolled down...all of a sudden the window went up and my fingers ended up being smashed in the top...BAD.
Doesn't sound weird but about two weeks before Sabrina died I accidentally rolled her hands up in the window. Needless to say she was pissed off and vowed to get me back.

3-Driving to support group for the first time...I was upset because I was feeling like someone my age should not be going to support group at least not for what I was going for...well on the way there and home, one of the songs that was played at her funeral came on the radio...and oddly I found it somewhat comforting to think she was with me.

4-Zen says he sees her ALL the time, and that she plays with him....he just says that she can't pick up the legos because shes an Angel so she has to tell him where to put the pieces.
Also one time my mom walked by Sabrinas computer and the thing was turned off but one of Sabrinas pictures popped up on the screen as she walked by and then faded.

So Jackie...yes, without a doubt they are still here with us. My parents both visit me in my dreams as well and I believe as long as you are open to the signs...you will see them God Bless

Thank you Gabaway. I was planning a trip to the cemetery tomorrow, to see if they have put down the concrete footer for her headstone. I think I'll be asking for another sign.

I call out for my mom every day & night. I've been dreaming alot about many things these last couple of days and I do see her pop in my dreams very quickly but not long enough.
When she first passed, I dreamed she was crossing the street and I was in the front yard where we used to live before 1969. I yell out to her and told her to wait. She turned and asked why she should wait as I ran towards her. I reached out to her and told because I wanted to hug her some more and because I loved her. She looked at me kind of confused and said she'd be seeing me again.
I some times wish I was with her.

LOVE reading these, thank you! I just lost my Dad this week. I believe there was a sign that my Mom came for him. He had been unconcious for two days and on heavy morphine for the last day. I was holding his hand and telling him he would soon be dancing with Mom and giving her kisses. All of a sudden he started opening his eyes. I was yelling for everyone to look and that's when I heard that "their song" was playing on the CD in the background. I lost it! I yelled for someone to turn it louder. He opened his eyes wide and looked at each person in the room and then he just stared past us like he was looking at something over our shoulder. He took his last breath a few minutes later. They are dancing in a better place now.

How's this for "help from beyond!" The morning of my mother's funeral (2001), my brother didn't even think he could get himself dressed to go to the funeral. He was sitting on the edge of his bed with a sock in his hand, not wanting to put it on when he saw an image of our departed grandfather. He saw him clear as day getting dressed in front of him. First the socks, pants, shirt, etc. He watched him tie his tie, a way my brother doesn't usually do it. Then the image vanished, and my brother was dressed. He must have been unconsiously getting "himself" ready as he mirrored the vision of my grandfather. A little help from beyond to make sure his grandson attended his daughter's funeral.

Oh Michelle, these stories are awesome! My mom had some moments like your dad in her last two days. She definitely was looking around the room. I think her sisters and parents had come for her. I actually had asked them to. Mom didn't even know that her one sister had died, so I'm sure she was thrilled to see her! (Her sister had died six months before, from AD, and I chose not to tell my mom.)

Oh Michelle, I am so sorry you lost your dad...and so close to Fathers Day! Your story was beautiful. I am SURE your mom came for your dad. How wonderful!

I lost my mom on Valentines Day this year. She had some long last days too that made the waiting unbearably sad for us. But, I know she too was reunited with my dad (who died over 30 years ago of cancer) and her mom and dad and her brothers and sisters. I know she is okay. I am the one that isnt okay, I miss her terribly.

Bless you,

Mari

My mother died from Alzheimer's on December 2, 2003. Since that time, I've wanted to get as far away from the disease as possible. I didn't want to think about it or hear about it. The other day I came across some AD material and ended up looking at some of the message board postings on this site. I wished this was here when she was sick. I realized after reading about it, that she probably had "early onset." starting in her 50's. She took part in some of the Aricept trials and ended up on it for a long time. I have a couple of things to share about this topic (signs, etc.,) but I don't want to start an avalanche of tears. My sister and I took care of my Mom and we sure could have used a blog/forum like this. I think it's not too late for me to benefit from it. For now, I just want to introduce myself and step out of the shadows. I almost literally run away emotionally whenever I heard the word "Alzheimer's." I hate what this disease did to my beautiful, sweet mother. I think maybe I'm ready to start dealing with some of the deep pain on a site like this. God Bless you all for being here.
Diane D.

Hi Diane,
Welcome...and PLEASE go ahead and share the signs you experienced...we can take it, we are use to crying.

I hate what AD did to my mom too, and that is what is causing most of my sadness about her. She was 90 when she died in February, and I am lucky to have had my mother in my life for a long time, but the sadness about what she must have gone through because of AD is overwhelming me. I miss her terribly.

Take care and keep coming back

Mari

My older sister, Pam, was mentally ill and would not believe that she had diabetes. She did not take care of herself and ended up with renal failure. After four years and four months on kidney dialysis and NO hope for a kidney transplant, Pam was pulling out needles at dialysis and screaming. My family felt that she was trying to tell us that she just could not handle dialysis any longer. The Chaplain at the nursing home she resided in told me that he thought we should not try to force dialysis on her any longer. I discovered that my Dad and brother felt the same way. We signed her up for hospice and she died within ten (10) days. It was extremely hard on all of us because we often wondered if we had made the right decision.
After her death, my husband and I were talking with someone at church and they made the comment that we set her free, like a butterfly. That was a great illustration that helped me a great deal, but I was not prepared for what happened next. As my husband and I left church, we passed a bush and I mentioned to him how I liked the idea that we had helped set Pam free. A huge amount of butterflies came out of the bush at that same moment! It was incredible.
I believe God sent us that sign to help relieve us from wondering whether we had done the right thing. Heaven must be an incredible place!

Hello All: Leaving the beach this Friday & as I was about to get in the car I look down & see a shiny penny heads up. I pick it up to discover the year is 1987. That was the year my dad died and my second son was born. Needless to say my son has been waiting for a call to enter the police academy. 4 o'clock that same day he gets the call. I believe that was a sign given to me by my parents. They both loved the beach & the last time I was at this beach was with them.

Just wanted to share that.

Kathleen Marie and Rosa's Daughter,
Thank you so much for sharing these stories. I am encouraged every time I hear these things. I'm so glad you had these signs.

I always consider a feather a gift from my father who passed away just over 5 years ago. This morning while out making the rounds of the garden, my mind on Mom and what the day holds for us (big day ahead, first visit from home health aide) there on the ground before me was a perfect Hawk feather! Just beautiful! While its not uncommon to find feathers in the yard, it's always the timing that means so much to me. And a Hawk feather! That is not common at all.

The strangest place I was given a feather by my father was in a bank lobby! I was helping out my mentally disabled brother and being pushed to my limits at the time. We turned to leave, and there on the floor before me.... a single, perfect, white feather. Hi Dad! Thanks for being by my side!

But the most special "material" gift I have been given by someone who has passed, was a gift from my brother I mentioned above who passed away two years ago. Let me tell how it happened....

We had gone out into the forest to spread his ashes. Myself, Mom, my husband and son, a cousin and my brother and his family. My two brothers never got along in life and I felt my brother, his wife and daughter were there only for show.

I had the box with his ashes in it and led the way. I wandered and wandered, but no place felt right. Everyone trailing behind me.... "When are you going to lay the ashes??" I didn't have an answer and kept walking. Then it hit me. There was the tree that called to me. I knelt down and started scrapping away the forest floor and something shiny caught my eye. I scattered dear brothers ashes and then turned my attention to the shiny object that was so out of place. I reached down to pull up a little windchime! So perfect, so beautiful. So a gift from my brother!! My son said, "Oh no! There is another "woowoo" moment for Mom!" My other brother said I pulled it out of my pocket.

Some of us get it, some of us don't.... Some believe, others don't.... but I have a beautiful little windchime hanging in a very special place....

with love and peace,
S

Another beautiful story (actually two stories). I think I need to be more mindful of things around me, as I don't seem to be noticing any signs these days.

Jackie b
Wanted to bring this post back up to top as I too am realizing I'm not noticing those signs as much lately. My thoughts these days "remember" some of my signs rather than experience them.

When I told a cousin about my signs he told me that after his grandmother passed he experienced seeing her in the audience as he performed in his plays. Then one day she was standing near the back door of the theater waving to him. He neve again saw her after that and he believed it was because he had passed through the grief and was coming out the other side himself. She no longer believed he needed her....

While packing for the beach, I was really sad because my mom would be going with us for the first time without my dad. I looked down to see a gorgeous butterfly. I haven't seen one all summer. Made me smile and think of him. I saw several more while we were at the beach. I think he was with us in spirit.

While I was watering the front yard yesterday afternoon, an older lady was walking by. I've never seen her in my neighborhood before. She was carrying a bag that contained some shoe boxes.
I'd look at her off & on because she reminded me of my mom. She was around my mom's height & size. I also felt that she wanted to say something.
I turned to look at her and saw that she was saying something. I moved closer to hear and she then asked me if I wanted to buy any huaraches. I said no.
As she walked away, I kind of chuckled because now I was totally imagining my mom when she too would sell things. My eyes then teared up as she turned the corner.

One day while grocery shopping with Mom she collapsed. There we were, sitting on the floor in front of the deli counter and automatic door - open, close, open, close. The staff blocked off the doors, drug a big bag of dog food over so I could prop myself up while I held Mom in my arms. The paramedics arrived after what seemed an eternity....

We got Mom up and onto the stretcher and I noticed a button laying underneath her. I scooped it up and stuck it in my pocket, totally forgetting about it.

One of the clerks, who has become a dear friend of mine, rode along with me to the hospital and sat with me while Mom was checked out and released a few hours later. UTI.... I am so thankful we have a handle on those now....

On the ride home my friend and I were talking about signs from our loved ones. I told her about my father and feathers, and she told me about her Grandmother and the signs she started receiving right after her Grandma passed. Guess what she receives?? Yup, buttons! I pulled the button out of my pocket and said.... I think this was meant for you today!

In the days following our mothers death, my sister and I were talking. It turns out that we were both feeling moms presence. We pondered-do we see what we need to see at the time, and hear what we need to here from our loved ones?
That night, laying in bed, I saw my mother at the foot of my bed-she had love and tears in her eyes as she said "thank you, I did not know".
I knew then that she had passed over, and was whole again. Her visit has given me peace.

I talk to my dad quite often kinda lookin at the sky. Were moving mom into his old house which is now mine and my brothers. My mom is a hoarder so we are having some trouble getting her to get rid of all the excess crap.
Dad was a neat freak and I find myself cleaning up there everyday and trying to get things in order as he would have.
I like to think he see's what were doing and appreciates it..

Malvena, thank you for posting that story. You are so lucky! I wake up often at night and always find myself looking around to see if my mom is there. I guess she must think I'm doing okay and that I don't need her anymore

ChrisR, it's good to see you back. I hope you have been doing okay. I'm sure your dad appreciates you getting his house cleaned up. Take care.

Mom passed on August 12, 2009 (just a couple of weeks ago), and she's still bossing me around. We had a bad heat wave for a full week after her funeral, and I think she pulled some strings to make that happen. She knew that if the weather was pleasant I'd do nothing but run around, even though I was just exhausted. She wanted me to take it easy and rest...and I did. I turned off the phones, kept the house shut up with the air conditioning on, and napped and watched movies for 5 straight days. It was exactly what I needed.

So you were right, Mom. As usual. There! Are you happy now?

-Mary Ellen

You betcha they send you signs. More than you know. Weeks after my mother died I was getting ready for bed and came out of the bathroom when all of a sudden I smelled this perfume she wore when I was between10-12. I remembered it well because it was my favorite and she would "dab" (you know from a dabber bottle) some on my neck when she would put it on because she knew I loved it. I would just love to nuzzle in her neck and smell it. She smelled so good. So, it was only for an instant although I continued to smell the air for more trying to get another wiff of it. It was her for that moment. I knew she was there.

Thank you Jackie, yes I feel lucky.
I wonder if it could be your moms "leaving the room" at night that is waking you up? Maybe she "tucks you in" after you are asleep, as moms often do, and does not want to disturb you?
I read on one of the forums, a long time ago, a little poem that goes something like this:
" For I am the moombeams, and I am the stars, and I will be with you, wherever you are".
God Bless

Hello everyone! I have not been on this forum in such a long time, yet I still keep it in my favorite places.
My mom had AD and cancer and she has been gone since Aug 18, 07. I miss her so much!
This particular post caught my eye, so I will share my experience with signs I received.
There was some money left from her life insurance after paying all the funeral expenses, so my brother and I split it. I wanted to buy something that would remind me of MOM so we bought a 52" flat screen TV. My husband connected it and as we turned it on the show DEAL or NO DEAL came on. Although my mom watched TV she was never really aware of what she was watching, except when she watched that show! We used to laugh seeing the animation in her voice when she would call out,
Deal or No Deal!
But what made it really incredible was that within a few minutes the name of the biggest winner as of that show flashed across the bottom of the screen. It was my dad's name, both first and last name (he died Sept. 1, 04, his 5th anniversary today).
I guess they were both trying to tell us that they were aware of our purchase and they approved!
I noticed that the SIGNS (or ADC's , After Death Communications) usually come after their passing, but that as time goes on and we sort of adjust to the loss, the signs get less and less.
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Filomena

I'm holding on to my signs! Not too many, but I see numbers now doubled or tripled and I tell myself they are signs my loved ones are around... I expanded from the 333 to anything with 33 or 333 in it; multiples of 555 444, etc. Feels to me real! at the time, as they are glances of a second...

So much in everyday life is interferring with that awareness I've felt. But these glances seem to warm me and give me comfort as if my dad or mom or sister might be trying to let me know they are backing me up somehow with their love. Nice thoughts anyway.

The day after my mother died, she liked to watch James Bond movies (her fav), I turned the channel on the TV and lo and behold there was a James Bond marathon! That same day, my mother's sister was listening to an oldies radio station to a song called remember me Dolores. My mother's name was Dolores. I think that she was trying to let us know that she was okay. Also that was the first day that I saw the commerical for the Alzheimer's Association walk.

Yesterday was my birthday. Since my daughter knows I love scrath off lottery tickets she bought me several. "They were all losers, by the way, LOL). The first one I scratched had the # 8 18, the second had the # 8 18 and guess what? My mom died on 8 /18!
I am sure it was Mom letting me know she was close by.
Last year on the same day, I went to the cemetery and I was thinking of her and asked if she remembered that it was my Birthday. As I lifted my head I noticed that the licence plate of the car in front of me had the # 1927. Well that # contained both my mom's and my birthday. She was born in 1927 and I on 927.

Filomena, I hope the signs dont disappear! Its comforting to think that our LOs are around, know what I mean? I think people just stop looking for the signs. ??

Mari

Happy belated Birthday Filomena!

My mother died May 23, 2009 after a 13 year battle with Alzheimer's. After her funeral and cemetery service, I was driving to my sister's house for a family gathering and wondering to myself if Mom would have been happy with the arrangements on her behalf and also hoping that she was finally at peace. I looked out the car window and saw the most beautiful rainbow light up the northern sky. It took my breath away, and I knew my mother had sent the answer to my questions.

Wow Kathy - it doesnt get much better than that,does it?
I wonder if dreams of LO's while they're still alive count somehow... I dreamt my Mother sat on my bed and called my name. She looked 20 years younger. I woke up upset and called the NH the next day. Guess it was just me and my guilt over this awful disease and what it's doing to my Mom.
It's good of you to share such a precious moment with us Kathy - thanks!