alisande, thank you for posting this. i did not read all the posts but i will over time.

i have had numerous signs from my nephew since May '17. i will post on the link when i have the time. they give me such comfort. we miss him enormously and my sister is changed forever.

thanks again.

here's a link i have found ADC

I haven't read yet, but I remember Lulie and Christen's story. Thanks for posting, I hope Lulie is doing well.

My sister had a very vivid dream about our dad coming to sit with her on a bench in a garden, about 3 months after he died. It was most comforting to her because his death was difficult.

I remember there was a Sylvia who used to post on the Grieving forum and Kitchen Table, but I have not seen her name in some time. (I think the "Sylvia" I see now is a different person.) I always enjoyed her posts and though she had much wisdom.

Thanks for posting this, Alisande. Do you mind if I ask whether you've ever seen your daughter?

Sjerin, I've seen Jill in dreams many times, and talked with her. Most of the time she looks like she did in this life, but not always. In fact, in the first dream visit she was a dark-hair toddler who showered me with hugs and kisses. I felt so much love emanating from her, and felt a great deal for her as well, but I didn't realize at first who she was. I said, "We should find your mommy--she must be missing you." To which she replied, "I am your daughter." And then I woke up.

I've been beyond lucky to have received many unforgettable signs from my daughter. Several of my family and friends have experienced them as well, including dream visits. I often say she has proved to be every bit as loving and creative in her spirit life as she was on this earth.

It's very easy to tell the difference between a dream visit and simply dreaming about the person. You just know.

Yes, I remember Sylvia too. She wrote such thoughtful posts. Does anyone know if Lulie Wayne is still around?

I followed your link and read a few.

I ran into an old coworker in Home Depot. I told her I remembered when she was potty training her GSD on her kitchen tile floor. She said, "Oh! That was so long ago, she's already passed over the rainbow bridge." I said, "I used to jog over a long wooden bridge when I was on my lunch break & heard the patter of 4 more feet...my GSD from my childhood." She said she'd never thought of an after life for pets..

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We take comfort wherever we find it.

Alisande, I think I remember one of those signs you received. Was it a spray of water from a fountain in the shape of a heart? I never forgot that.

I do remember Lulie Wayne and have thought about her often over the years. Not sure if she is still around.

And as for Sylvia, is she still on the forums? She was always so attentive and kind on the Grieving Forum.

Socks, the heart-shaped spray of water was someone else. I remember reading about it too.

Here's one of the Pennies From Heaven threads from the Grieving Forum. I started this one in 2004. Lulie Wayne posted on it, advising people to check dates on any pennies they find. I started doing that back then, and kept all the pennies in a little wooden container. Recently I looked through them and found most were dated 1976, the year my daughter Jill was born.

Pennies From Heaven

I have had encounters. My sister had a very important visit from our daddy. She said he came to her and told her that she was going to be going through the most difficult time in her life and to know that he would be there with her to help her. She did not know what he was referring to at the time. A few days later she came home to find her husband had shot himself in their bathroom with daddy's gun which he had stolen. He left her a rose and a note. He had been ill and depressed.

Yes, my dad came back to see me once. It was so very vivid and I was definitely not asleep. He was walking around in my kitchen, looking at my cabinets. He had wanted to make new kitchen cabinets for me before he died. Then he came into the room where I was sitting and sat across from me, crossing his legs in his typical fashion. Then he was gone.

For those of you on Facebook, Lulie has started a Facebook page with memories of Christin Cosby. What a beauty that child was.

I’m so glad your daughter hasn’t truly left you, Susan. What nice experiences and dreams you’ve had of her.

A few weeks after my mom died, my dad insisted she appeared before him happy, healthy and smiling. She didn't speak, but just sort of floated before him and he said he could sense love and peace coming from her.

My dad wasn't one to believe in ghosts, premonitions, the super natural or visits from the other side, yet he swore it really happened, that he was wide awake and that he wasn't dreaming.

As far as pennies from heaven go, I've been finding pennies in the strangest places since the deaths of my mom, dad and brother within a year of each other. Sometimes I find three together. It used to make me feel uneasy, but now I just accept it as the three of them looking over me.

Alisande, thanks for sharing that link. I hadn't been there before and I find these stories by so many over so many years so fascinating and very helpful for understanding some of my own experiences and dealing with my own grief.

It's me! I'm here! Maybe you didn't recognize me because "wisdom" degenerated into... whatever I have now LOL. Somehow, I don't know if it was when houzz took over or if it happened when I got a new phone, but my screen name changed. I used to visit the grieving forum pretty often. Maybe it seemed like I needed to be there?

You're still wise Sylvia. I love your point of view; it's helped me plenty. I miss Lulie.

Oh, I'm so glad to see you, Sylvia! So you have been here at KT all along? I'm sorry I didn't recognize and I'm not sure why you seemed different. Unless I have names mixed up again. :0

Sylvia!! You are not lost! The Grieving Forum often doesn't get a lot of attention except from people suffering, wishing to share, seeking peace. I remember you were often the only on to reply, offer comfort. You are a special person, Sylvia.

I've told about this on another forum....so forgive me if I mentioned here as well.

I had a friend in the town where I used to live. After I moved away, I called or went to see him once in awhile. But I hadn't seen him in about three months, and I called him and his phone was shut off. He had emphysema and after the diagnosis, he wouldn't go to the doctor any more. He was a heavy smoker and his doctor had been his family doctor and he chastised him so severely, Ken just quit going. After I moved away, he went down hill. I truly was his only friend. He had others when he used to work, but he had retired at 55 and no friends close by and he became more of a loner. Anyway, I thought he had died and no one told me. As odd a person as he was.....his family was more so, and even though they knew I was his closest friend, I knew they wouldn't bother to tell me if he had passed.

So, I rushed over there. He came to the door in his underwear...long beard and hair. He had never been like that. One of the neatest people I had ever known...always shaved and kept his hair trimmed. He had no food in the house. Wine bottles stacked like cordwood in all of his cabinets. Hadn't been to the post office or paid any bills. Didn't know his phone had been cut off.

I was sure he was going to die any minute. He wouldn't go to the doctor or let me call any of his family...His sister lived next door on one side, also a niece, and a nephew on the corner and his ex wife on the other side and one of his son's lived with his ex.

I cleaned his house. Bought food for him, Went to the liquor store and bought his wine...he didn't need to be driving and he wasn't going to quit drinking,..or smoking. Paid his bills and talked to him and promised him I would stay with him....or at least check on him every day. How long could he live? A couple of weeks? A month? How about eight years! Went to see him every day and up to four times a day at the end. Slept on the floor many times to be with him. Arranged for someone to cut his hair and shave him and mow the grass. The last four years of his life, he never left the house.

He refused to go to the doctor or let me call his family. I abided by his wishes in every way. He kept a loaded 45 revolver under his pillow. I never tried to take it from him. He said he would shoot himself if he felt he had to. I felt like that was his option. I didn't think he would, but I knew having the gun there was a comfort to him, as odd as that may sound to some people. He was always independent and had to be in control of something, and at this point, that was about the only thing he could control.

We had talked about many things, all the years I had known him. Being there every day, we talked much more. He didn't believe in life after death. I asked him to please give me a sign after he passed. He reluctantly said he would...mostly to mollify me.

After he died, I had a dream about him. In the dream, I was in a hospital bed and I was dying. People were standing around the foot of the bed and Ken was at the foot of the bed, but he walked out of the room. My dream shifted then, and I was walking down my driveway. He had given me his truck, and folded up between the side mirror and the body of the truck, was three pages of notebook paper, and on it, writing in pencil. Ken used to write to me when he couldn't see me, and it would be about many subjects...history, investing, football, song writing and writers, songs he had written, and on and on. Always in pencil and always on notebook paper. I started reading it and he said he was sorry he had left the room when I was "dying". He thought I was very brave but he couldn't stand to see me die. (When his cat needed to be put down, I did it....he couldn't, so that is just like him). Before I could read the rest of it, I woke up.

I had several other brief dreams about him, but one day, he called me on the phone, and he said, "Why don't you come see me anymore?" I didn't want to tell him he had died and his niece that he didn't like was living in his house, so I said, "You don't live where you used to." He said, "What?!" So, I told him, "Ken, you died." And this is so typical of him......he said, "Are you sure about that?" That is exactly like him. If I told him something he wasn't aware of....he always said, "Are you sure about that?"

End of dream. And yes, that could be all my doing....dreams like that, but not long ago, I dreamed about him again. We were talking, and in my dreams, when I dream about him, it is always just like he is really here....so much like him. But, I woke up and I couldn't remember what we were talking about. I wished I could go back to sleep and dream about him again, and know what it was he was telling me. But, I didn't, and when I got up, later that morning, and walked around to the foot of my bed, there was a letter K, in handwriting, at the foot of my bed. It was formed by many little drops of water. No water in the room. No one here but me. One cat....still asleep on the *water. I didn't take a picture of it at first and it started to fade, but I did take a picture, and it is on my phone. I will post it later.

*Edited: Cat still asleep on the bed....not on the water...