Does Anyone Else See Signs from Their Loved Ones That Have Passed?

Yes, there are signs from my father occasionally, generally having to do with butterflies.

He gave me my daughter's name, which is not a name that I particularly liked when he first gave it to me. I told him we'd need to compromise, and he again told me exactly what her name would be and that she was waiting in an orphanage for me at that moment. It's the only time I've ever heard him speak to me from the beyond, but he has sent signs. (Update: For clarification, he gave me the name that I would name her, not what her name had been. It's typical to rename a child adopted internationally and is symbolic of a new life. In my daughther's birth country, children are typically given the father's name as their middle name; I didn't find that out until much later. My dad, in giving me my daughter's full name prior to me beginning the adoption process, had also given me his name as her middle name.)

My brother died at the age of 35 several years ago, and my Father, sister, and I have had strange things happen to us since he passed, especially in the beginning. I still have the feeling that my brother is my guardian angel because whenever anything bad happens to me, I feel his presence. I feel as though he is safe and happy in Heaven, and that lessens the blow of his death.

I had one grandmother that passed away suddenly from a heart attack almost 20 years ago. For weeks, I would catch a glimpse out the corner of my eye of someone that resembled her, and then it was gone. I don't know if it was because she was more present in my conscience state, or if it was some sort of vision, but it was very real.

I haven't experienced that with any of my other relatives, but they all died of a ripe old age and I was able to visit and say my goodbyes. I think my heart and part of my subconscience was trying to give me that goodbye with my memaw. I don't know, but it was so real at the time.

I was at my nephews bday party and when all the kids got picked up, one of the boys mom looked so much like a friend of mine that was currently battling breast cancer. I just kept staring at her. She had the same crazy hair, wore an animal print top, the works. I finally walked up and asked her if she was related to my friend and she said no. It was crazy how much she looked like her. That night I got the call that my friend had passed away that afternoon. I absolutely believe that was my friend coming to say goodbye.

absolutely!

shortly after my Dad passed away, my sis & I met at our lake house. We went thru some of his treasures, including his gun & coin collections. When we were heading home, I had a choice of following my sis (on major hwys)....or cutting thru the middle of the state solo (a more direct route, but all backroads - with little cellphone service).

When I came to the 1st crossroads, I seriously considered going the "back way". I thought about how much value I was carrying in my truck, felt sick inside, & continued following my sis.

When we hit the next town, again....I thought about going the "back way". We had made a pit stop & were chatting....& I kept looking to the left, just looking at the "solo" road. My sis noticed & asked what was wrong. I told her that I just had bad vibes about going solo. Her comment was, "well, you have until we pull out of the lot!".

When I hit the end of the lot, I was doubled over with cramps & dizzy. Everytime I looked to the left, my world went dark. I ended up turning right & following my sis.

We traveled safely for the next leg of the trip. When we came to our fork in the road, all seemed well. Within minutes of separating, my truck began handling erratically. I managed to hold it on the road for the next 10 miles or soooo, & then had to pull over at the next town. I used the bathroom, & came out to a completely flat tire. 5 !! nails in the tire.

If I had taken the "back way", I would have been isolated...with no shoulder to pull onto, no cell coverage, & I probably would have been totally paranoid/scared/etc. The odds are great that the conditions were primed for the truck to roll....

I truly believe my Dad was protecting me. It could have been God, but I prefer to think of this as a Guardian Angel story. :)

my father passed 7 years ago in feb and March 12 was his birthday, and his favorite movie was tombstone. well i turned the tv on and it was his favorite line "I'm your huckleberry" he always said that to us...

I have two, one I have shared here before...

Before my DH and I started dating he was with someone for many years. They had a pretty rocky relationship. She had a son from a previous marriage who my husband had basically raised. They broke up and shortly after we started seeing eachother. Her son was killed about 2 months later, he was run over by a truck. It was horrible, I really felt for everyone involved.

I kept my distance from the entire situation with the exception of my DH because I didn't want to cause any drama/uncomfortable feelings to an already tragic situation.

About two weeks after his death my DH said to me, I just wish I knew he was ok. He felt like he abandoned him in some ways because he had broke it off with his ex, but had continued to make attempts to see him every few weeks.

That very night my DH said that to me, I had a dream that I was as old as that little boy and we were in a poorly lit classroom. There were other kids in the class but, we were the only ones engaged in conversation. He told me, "Tell him I am ok". It really shook me when I woke up, I really didn't know the boy but I had met him a few times. It took me a while to tell my DH. I was afraid he would think I was crazy. Once I did you could see it was a little peace my DH felt knowing he sent him a message.

The other story that I still can't get over was when my DH and I were planning our wedding we couldn't find a pastor or minister to marry us in a church.

We weren't a member at any church. My DH got a recommendation from a co-worker to call the pastor that married he and his wife. I called him that night, felt a very warm feeling about him. He asked my name and once I told him he said, "did you say *****?" I repeated my name again, he then proceeded to tell me that he was the pastor at my grandmothers funeral.

She and I were so close and it absolutely killed me when she passed. I was 11 years old and he had stopped mid prayer because I was crying so hard. He came over to me, held my hand and said a prayer with me.

I never forgot how compassionate he was, it was really touching. I was 26 when I got married and he still remembered her name after so many years and was able to make that connection. So, I felt in some way that my grandmother had sent me to him. He married us and I feel like it was meant to be.

Thank you for sharing your story, it's nice when we feel down about someone we've lost to find some peace and happiness in memories. Glad you were able to share them with your family and turn a sad day into a nice evening.

Take care

My mom passed unexpectedly in 2008 which caused all sorts of pain. One of these times, I was so upset crying and pleading, if only I can talk to her one more time. That night I finally fell asleep and I had the most amazing dream. My mom came to me and said, "honey, I'm here for our talk." I layed on her lap and we just talked and talked. When I woke up I couldn't remember what we talked about but I had such peace. I knew then that she was okay. Since then I have had many other dreams with her in them. So yes, I do believe it was a sign from her.

Butterflies. My dad has visited me at the pool where I took him for his final swim. He was a butterfly which played with my sons and me for half an hour. I mean, this butterfly visited each of us, and sat next to me by the pool. I finally told it I had to take the boys in now, and it flew off

T.,
Yes, I have a few stories for you. When my dad first passed away back in 1990, I had a few dreams and then the kicker was when I was "fake ice skating" in my big Hoboken apartment, in my sox and yes "body suit" anyway, i attempted a "triple toe loop and ended up falling into a bunch of pics that I had on the window sill. NOTE: The window sill was about 6-8" deep. My dads small framed photo was in the very far back corner, behind a 5"x7" framed photo and after swiping the photos, his small photo was the only one that fell to the floor and broke and guess what!? It was his bday!!!

Second story was this past mother's day. I was just newly divorced and just got done running the long branch board walk in NJ I laid down on the boardwalk and prayed to my dad saying "it's been a rough year, please show me a sigh that you are here" and soon enough, i looked over to the ocean and rolling in the surf was a dozen or so, pink, white and red balloons, clearly they looked like they flew in from a near by party, but i knew it was him. the balloons made their way to the sand and slowly tumbled in the wind down the beach to where I was and stopped. I ran to my car and got my IPhone...got back, they were still there and took their picture and after that, they rolled away back out to sea!! I will try to send you the picutre, however, if I cannont, please send me your email address and I will send directly; mine is ____@____.com

yup. i got a bunch. once my daughter was 3 and we were at my sons christening picnic....she was on the swing. this was so weird. u know she needed pushed to stay high, and well, she kept going high. and for a while. i asked her how she stayed going did she kick her legs cuz i didnt see her do that she said "nanny is pushing me." really? nanny dies 6 months ago but that was just odd.

my other favorite is this: cardinals that were my grandfathers favorite, we have seen them fly by our car when theres another accident. i mean right by the window keeping up with us. 1 shows up at every argument me and DH have. sits right on the kitchen window. and once my twinnies needed stiches from her step brother training dragons with a stick, and on the way to the hospital she was so scared. and i said "well why dont we ask papa to come hold ur hand." (we dont believe in churchy stuff) and sure enough here came a cardinal into the parking garage and flew over us to the entrance. when we got inside there was no wait, not one other patient, we got in and out with glue stiches(not even real stiches!) in 20 min. how unusual is that?

my DH aunt passed away she loved ladybugs. they show up at unusual times too and we always say hi

My Dad passed on Christmas eve. He visits every year. We have had several TV's and they will turn off or on at random and if you try to push the on/off button it won't work. You just let it be and it will turn back off.

My older daughter cleaned her room one day and put his prayer card away in a box, with a lid, in her closed closet and then shut the bedroom door. When she went back in the card was on the floor.

My baby girl has seen visions that describe him twice when she was really small. Once when she was about 2 and a half she asked who that man was and I asked who and she said, "You know the man at the top of the stairs. About a year later she described my father nearly to the T. She has never seen photos of him and didn't identify him as my father, but that man. When she described him my older daughter and I looked at each other and just smiled.

My husbands Grandmother just passed and his Dad wanted to give him a mini urn of ash. He told me he would sprinkle her on a ball field because my dad comes around at Christmas and if the two don't get along the whole thing is going to blow up in our house.

During our trip to California for the funeral, every time I turned on my phone the picture for Bridge over troubled water kept coming up. I never listened to the music on the trip, but it just popped up. It stayed on the entire trip until I took a look at it and it showed it was playing, but I never heard it. My sister played that song at his mass.

The visits are cool, as long as your not afraid.

I have dreams too. Never of my father, but I have had the real dreams with my Grandmother and my Xbrother-in-laws aunt. The aunt was a beautiful person and I was walking by her house looking in and seeing all her children and grandchildren eating. They were so crowded inside the house they were sitting on end tables and just cramped but happy. I actually didn't see the aunt, but I wanted to so bad in the dream. I stuck around the house and tried to see inside the kitchen because I was sure she was there. I even tried to sleep longer so I could see her.

You should watch the TV show, "I survived, beyond and back", sounds like you'd enjoy it. It's about people who died but came back to life and what they experienced briefly on the other side.

Well, I don't know about "signs", but my loved ones visit me in my dreams.
My dreams are so real and joyful and we just have the best time. I have often woken myself up laughing because we're having such a good time.
I admit that in the beginning, I was really sad upon wakening to realize that it was a dream and they are gone. The reality hits me.
However, I honestly believe that this is their way of visiting with me and letting me know that they are still very much here with me.
I now am able to appreciate the "visits" and share them with other family members.

I see things all the time that remind me of my loved ones, but interacting with them, even in my dreams, is such a blessing to me. They are in my heart always and I'm glad to remember them so vividly.

When my father passed away, my mom was depressed. A week after his death, I got an accident. It is like a wake up call for her, reminded her she still has 3 kids to take care of. In the hospital, too we found out that my sister was pregnant. Even though the baby news was great but my mom still feel depressed. She always thought she was not good enough to my dad. Actually, my father asked my mom to pay for checking his blood in lab. But my mom said to save the money for the kids, because my dad had always been healthy. It was 2 days after. My mom said: if only we did the test, we could have prevent the death and so on...she felt guilty.
When the due date is near, she said in her heart: if my husband is now in heaven and forgive me, please let this baby born in my birthday so I know he is a gift from above, my consolation. The baby indeed, born in her birthday( unscheduled and no intervention).
She said it must be coincidental, so she asked 2nd sign. My dad had a tree he really take care of. That tree never bear fruits, my mom always wanted to cut it down but my dad always said no. She asked again, and believe it or not, that tree finally bears the fruit,,only that year though. Never again, but it is still in my house now.

My husbands Grandmother passed away 2 years ago. His mother was not in his life growing up, so his Grandmother was like his mom. The night she died my husband had a dream about a black and white cat. My husband NEVER remembers his dreams, but he said he felt this black and white cat in the dream was his Grandma. The next morning my son who was 2 years old at the time was yelling to me about a cat, so I go in his room and right in front of his bedroom window was a black and white cat. It just sat there staring. Then a few hours later I see it on our front porch, but it ran away when I opened the door. I saw the same cat walking along the outside of our fence a few days later, but I have never seen it since.

When his Grandmother passed away it was on my birthday and the same day we went for my ultrasound and found out we were having a girl. My daughter is 20 months old right now and ever since the day she was born has looked exactly like my husbands Grandma. I truly feel like a part of her soul is in my daughter. Many things happened when I was pregnant with my daughter. My son would point up to the ceiling and say theres grandma in the sky with baby sister. He is 4 now and says some crazy things about seeing her, just the way he explains it with such detail and like it's no big deal. Who knows what he really sees, I like to think shes around though.

It happens quite a bit to me.

I will be missing my friend that died earlier this year and all of a sudden, something wonderful will happen or something really finny will happen, I will be laughing. and I know my friend is here.

I also have a cousin that died a few years ago.. It was also a long illness, she also was so beautiful and sweet. It hit me hard, because her family loved her so so much and her grand daughter really misses her.

I said out loud one day, "Suzie, I miss you, if you have time please send me a sign..'.. I am always finding coins on the ground.. but for about 5 days, I kept finding dimes.. Usually I find lots of pennies or Quarters.. But these dimes, just seemed each place I parked or when I was walking into a building.. It was odd. After a while, I said, Suzie, thank you. I will be fine.
I continued to look for coins.. I was even finding bills.. for a while, but no dimes.

A few months later, I was thinking fondly of Suzie and yep.. the dimes started appearing.. Again I told her thank you I am fine..

This happens every once in a while.. My family now knows if I find a dime.. they also say, "Thank you Suzie".. We just smile.

I just wanted to say your story made me teary-eyed, that is so so sweet. I remember back when I was grieving over a close friend who had passed on I would find heart-shaped items in the strangest places. One day at work I found a heart-shaped piece of paper in the bathroom sink, another time I found a heart-shaped piece of candy on the ground by my car, another time walking on the beach I came across a heart-shaped drawn in the sand.....it would always make me smile and feel better. I don't get those anymore, but I remember them . :)

Yes,just recently actually. We had to put both of our dogs down within a 6month period. Just lost our female last week. They were 8 and 9. My husband told me of a wonderful dream that he had. My husband seems to have these visits in his dreams more than I do, he also had one about my mom after she passed. However, in his most recent dream he was explaining things to me and then just this random thing was in his dream, Smurfs! I kinda laughed and he said, I know, I have no idea about that one. Well 2days before that my girls and I took a ride to the vet's office to pick up our dogs ashes and they were watching, The Smurf movie in the car! I feel like it was my dogs way of saying I'm still with you and the girls. My husband had no idea what movie the girls had watched. But I thought that was really neat,even though she was all of our dog, she was mine. So I already felt like she was still with us and now that just proves to me that she is.

Yes-I feel it is my brother who was killed at age 23 by a drunk driver-you wouldn't believe what has happened-it's too remarkable! God bless you and your dear sister.

I absolutely believe in moments like these and find them fascinating. I think the more you believe in them, the more they will happen. I am sorry to hear you were having a bad day, but glad these moments brought you peace. I have enjoyed all the stories people have shared here. They bring tears to my eyes, they are so touching! God Bless!
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Yes! My father passed away almost 23 years ago (I was 11). For years (like 15+), the number 10 would always pop up and remind me of my dad. I find dimes all the time (10 cents) and immediately think of him! About 10 years ago I told my sister (she was 8 when he passed) and she felt the exact same way--10 always reminded her of my dad. (He died in October--the 10th month, so we think that's why 10 is the "lucky number"). Now my husband will find a dime somewhere random and say, "Fred is thinking of me".

Looking back, 10 is really intertwined in our lives. My brother was born in Oct (10th month), my birthday is April 6 (4+6), my sister was born on the 10th of Feb, and my older sister's birthday is January 27 (1+2+7). It follows through to my kids...my oldest was born on 7-21 (7+2+1), my middle was 7lbs 3oz and born at 10:56, and my youngest was also 7lbs 3oz.

Right now my mom (and my dad if he were still alive) would have 8 grandchildren. My sister, after years of trying, finally got pregnant and it's twins! So, that makes 10 grandchildren for my parents (nobody is having any more kids).

I know it could all be coincidental, but it really helps me think he's watching over us!

What an amazing story! Thank you for sharing.

My sister passed away September 6, 2009 from years later of chemo and radiation therapy to cure lymphoma she had when she was 20. So, I feel your absence of a sister. I had just gave birth to my daughter in August and after my sister had passed I always felt her presence in her room when I would rock her. I have now moved to PA last year and remember how difficult that was for me to move away from Houston, TX where I have been the majority of my life, but I felt a change would be good for me and I felt my sister cheering me on. As she always use to tell me to get out there and see what the rest of world has to offer. So, here I am. Last summer when we first got here in PA I would always see a black butterfly flying by all the time and basically felt like it was hanging out with us and with that I felt it was her here with me to see and show me I would be all right from being away from so many loved one back in Texas.

I love what you do on her birthday. I to cry a lot on holidays, birthdays, and her date of death. I need to do something like this as well, maybe that would help me through that day.

Fun post! My father died June 18, 2002. I got the call at 2:43am on June 17 that he was going and we all had to rush to the hospital. On his one year anniversary, at 2:43am June 17, 2003, my phone rang from 'unavailable' (even though that was blocked) - when I answered no one spoke back, so I waited several seconds before the line went dead. I saved that on my caller ID machine for as long as I could. Might've been a fluke, but . . . .

EDITED: And I forgot to add that in August 2004, while we were church shopping, we were in a service at the church where we belong and clear as day, I heard my dad yell "AMEN!" to something the pastor said (dad did that often in church, sometimes in between snores, haha). It was around, but not on, his birthday of that year.

This story made me feel good. Thanks.