My Mom passed away on April 29, 2006. I am one of ten and we all were able to be there and pray with her all through the night and to tell her goodbye that morning. On the evening of February 13, 2008 my Dad passed away. As he lay there (tough old bird) we told him that he has a very important date with Mom on Valentine’s Day.
You may think this is nuts.
That night, I laid down to sleep and was ahout to say a prayer to accept my Dad into Heaven. Before I could even say anything out loud I had a little vision.
It looked like a contruction paper cut-out of a Gentleman and a Lady holding hands. They giggled and danced and and vanished into the ceiling.
I think they were letting me know that it’s ok and I will see them again.
I don’t think that is at all weird. As my father crossed over, his music list was playing nest to the bed. Celine Dion was singing, I can’t recall right now which one. Of course we were crying... and what comes on next?
“You ain’t nothin but a Hound Dog” by Elvis.
We cracked up laughing. Because that was SO just like my Dad! It WAS my dad! It was just so perfect... lol
The house creaked all night it seemed, footsteps that we could hear but no one was there. People called that we had not spoken to for years, my 90 year old great uncle from Florida, Uncle Lou, he called the next day, though no one had called him yet. Dad was flying free.
So no I don’t consider that in the least strange.
So if we are nuts, then we are the same kinda nuts and that works for me! :)