Friday, 19 February 2016

Everything's fine, thanks

Joanne has just posted a touching story about how her saintly friend - Linda - came to say goodbye in the moonlight on the night she died. I know I have already told this story, but I often think about it and want to tell it again. Like I always say - life is so much more interesting if you are prepared to believe in anything, but be careful what you believe in.

My mother died a year or so before my father, and came out with the best last words I have ever heard. It was the days when there were only two television channels (or at least she harked back to those days, when there may have been three) and they did not have a remote to flick between them. It was my father's job to get up and press the buttons.

They were lying upright in bed, watching T.V. and whatever was on was not to my mother's liking, so she said, "This is a load of rubbish. What's on the other side?" then instantly died of a massive heart attack.

My father carried on for a while, then he too died in the little house they ended up in.

Shortly after this, I was working in my shop in Bath, using a loud machine and wearing goggles and ear-defenders, when I became aware of someone standing at the entrance, just the other side of the doors. I looked up to see both my parents standing there, smiling at me silently.

I turned off the machine and removed the safety equipment, then just looked at them. Not a word was spoken, and shortly they just turned and walked away, still smiling benignly.

I knew it was useless to follow or try to talk to them, so I just put all the gear back on and carried on working. It was nice of them to drop by.

35 comments:

  1. Today's little problem is that I cannot upload photos. Yesterday, I got rid of bloody iCloud, which I had been tricked into installing along with everything else, and now the emails work fine. The good thing about sharing information is that there are plenty of people who can tell you how to get rid of bloody iCloud...

    ReplyDelete
  2. Who will you come back to visit thomas?

    ReplyDelete
  3. I have an unseen occupant in my home who leaves dimes for me, often perfectly balanced on the edge of something. Your visit from your parents was far sweeter.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Do they steal the dimes, or bring their own?

      Delete
    2. Apparently they bring their own, and very shiny they are, too.

      Delete
    3. And the dates on them? Do they vary? Do they look appropriate to the shininess? Now that I know you have a tremor in your hands, the fine balancing on edges seems quite relevant to me.

      To everyone else, My blogging system has slowed right down to 30 seconds a refresh, so I am going to leave responses to your comments tomorrow, when I hope that it will have speeded up a bit.

      Delete
    4. Varying dates, the oldest being 1961 (my birth year) all extremely shiny. Along with my tremor, factor in four dogs and a cat.

      Delete
    5. And, to make it even more curious, it always occurs when I'm at home alone. Well, if keeping company with so many creatures can really be considered alone.

      Delete
    6. Yes, but cats and dogs aren't know for the fine balancing of dimes. There is an old film I saw once, and it begins with a man in an office, trying to put a sales pitch to the boss, but not being able to explain the usefulness of his ability to alter outcomes. Eventually he just flips a coin and it lands upright on edge on the desk. He leaves saying, "Here's my card. Call me." I can't remember the name of the film.

      Delete
  4. After my mother died, I used to hear her calling my name. It was definitely her voice, but there was never anyone there. Spooky.

    ReplyDelete
  5. None of the dead people in my family came to visit me, i wish they will sometimes.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. You'll just have to visit them - but not too soon.

      Delete
  6. A touching story, Tom. I sometimes hear my father's voice, when I need an advice (but don't want always to hear it) - but I think it is my memory of him, whom I love so very much.

    ReplyDelete
  7. My grandmother, who died 20 years ago, regularly shows up in my dreams. Does that count as a visit?

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I often meet dead people in dreams. I usually end up saying, "I thought you were dead" and embarrassing them.

      Delete
  8. Interestingly, Tom, I avoid the "extra natural"; don't open my mind to it, as a very spiritual friend of mine told me I should do. I once had a bad premonition not only knock the wind out of me, but come true. Sometimes I wonder, what if?

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I don't dwell on it as much as I used to, mainly for the reasons in 'be careful what you believe'.

      Delete
  9. With so many 'As Dad used to say' and Mum used to say, I don't have to have them returning to let me know that they are with me.
    Thank goodness, as I would not really like a proper visitation.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Nagging from the grave would be too much.

      Delete
  10. When I was a child, and a cheeky brat, my witch-looking grandmother once terrified me by saying that she would come back to hide under my bed and pull my legs. I was terrified! Little did I know that she was just "pulling my leg" Greetings Maria x

    ReplyDelete
  11. I am psychic so I just wait for messages to come to me. I am not sure who sends them though. I feel a bit like Joanne and would prefer to avoid them because it is not always good things that come.

    ReplyDelete
  12. Yes I do agree that we must be careful about these things - they are not always as we would wish.
    My father saw my mother in the doorway of his hospital ward (she had died the previous year) about an hour before he too died.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Coming to get him - or 'fetch' him, maybe?

      Delete
  13. That Is a touching story. I find your mothers last words very prophetic.

    ReplyDelete
  14. I've had dimes show up in strange places, too, chiefly on the floor in the middle of a room. I've also heard a deceased loved one call my name and a few times, I have called back. Then I realize with a start that they are not on the planet anymore.

    As has been mentioned, I also take care as sometimes these can be omens of troubling events.

    ReplyDelete
  15. The closest thing I get to prayer is to say 'No' out loud if an image of an accident involving a loved one comes into my mind.

    ReplyDelete