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Hello Lovey

 

February. It all happened in February. Strange how a lifetime of bitter-sweet memories can be filled into that one month.

Rex-T and I first got together in February 1996. Then in February 2004, we lost the IVF baby we had tried so hard for and wanted so badly. That night, as we were still trying to come to terms with our loss, my mother called us to return immediately to Singapore as my father had taken a turn for the worse. Dad passed away a few days after that; my account of that time is on the Psychic site ("My Dad Came To Visit Me").

In February 2012, my mother-in-law, Florence (all names mentioned have been changed) left us after a long and excruciating battle with debilitating strokes, serious falls, Alzheimer's and then a lingering bout of pneumonia. It came as a merciful release; her quality of life had deteriorated, and she needed stronger and stronger painkillers. Among the hardest thing to endure is to watch a loved one in pain and not be able to ease their suffering.

On her last night with us, I sat with Florence by the hospital bed and listened to her laboured breathing. Rex-T had gone for a walk. It was close to 11:00pm, the lights in the wards had already been dimmed. But the nurses were understanding and let us have this time with her. They told us that she had not recovered consciousness for a while. In all probability, she might not even know we were there.

I remembered Florence had always expressed a wish to hear me perform when I was with the acapella singing group, but her failing health prevented her. I softly sang to her; it was from Enya's "Amarantine" album: "Long, Long Journey".

"Where the road

Runs through the valley,

Where the river flows,

I will follow every highway

To the place I know.

Long, long journey

Through the darkness,

Long, long way to go;

But what are miles

Across the ocean

To the heart that's coming home?"

To my surprise, Florence opened her eyes and partly turned her head towards me, and then closed her eyes again. It could be my wishful imagination, but I thought her breathing seemed a little easier as she slipped back into unconsciousness.

Early the next morning, the duty nurse contacted us just as we were about to leave for the hospital. Florence had just gone peacefully. As if it was on a cinematic cue, the heavens opened in a torrential deluge. As we struggled through the crawling Sydney traffic, barely able to see the road, I made Rex-T chuckle with my wry observation that this was the appropriate scene setting Florence would have picked for herself. She did love to make a dramatic impact - bless her.

Our fond memories of her buoyed us and helped us through that harrowing day. We remembered what a strong personality Florence was, bringing up 3 boisterous sons as a young war widow. She had prided herself on being very proper and English, like her parents. No embarrassing displays in public for her. She would deem it unseemly.

As Rex-T went to find parking in the pouring rain, I went into the ward alone to sit with her once more. A curtain had been drawn around the bed. She looked so peaceful; the tiniest hint of a half-smile on her face, the sheet pulled up and tucked neatly under her arms. The hospital staff had placed a perfect pink rose on her chest. It was a sweet and thoughtful gesture.

But it was clear to me that the essence making her uniquely Florence had moved on from its mortal shell. I patted her hand on the sheet and said a prayer for her. I wished her well and for God to grant her peace, and freedom from pain and sorrow.

It was 2016. I was upstairs in bed when I was woken up by the insistent ringing of the extension phone at my bedside table. Reaching out, I grabbed the cordless phone from its cradle and answered it.

'Hello lovey!' Florence's voice sang out clearly.

'Hello,' I replied, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.

'Is Rex there, lovey? Can I speak to him? Oh, by the way, your father's here with me and he says "hello".'

I handed the cordless phone to Rex-T, who was in bed next to me. I can't remember what he said to her, but I smiled to hear them talking. He was laughing and having an animated conversation with his mother. It was the most wonderfully natural thing.

Then I was wide awake. I sat bolt upright in bed and thought, 'Wait a minute, there's something wrong about that scene.'

I suddenly remembered. What the...!

I rarely remember my dreams. I'd tried to keep a dream journal in the past, but I kept falling back asleep before I could finish writing all the details down. Then when I awoke again, I could hardly remember a thing.

That dream of Florence had all been so real. It was all so strange. I hadn't even thought of her in years.

But it had definitely been Florence. That was her voice. It had the same cadence, the same lilting cheery note she used to sing out. Funny, vibrant Florence; before the strokes, heartbreak, dementia, and her failing health stole all the laughter and light from her.

And stranger still, what was that about my Dad saying "hello"? My parents and Florence had only met briefly once, before Rex-T and I were even married.

I turned to check on Rex-T. He was still fast asleep and in the same position as in the dream before I 'woke' him to talk on the phone.

I shook him by the shoulder. 'We just had a message from your Mum.'

We discussed my dream at length. Rex-T was cheered by the dream visit. It was a good sign; his Mum was happy and checking on us.

The following day, Rex-T's elder brother, Payne (Bro-P from "A Lesson From The Prankster") rang up. Among his usual litany of woes was a broken ankle. Nothing peculiar about that - apart from the circumstances.

Payne had slipped and fallen the day before on the footpath at the back of the house. It hadn't been raining that day. The path didn't have an uneven surface, nor was it slippery. He had safely used that footpath several times a day, for over 60 years.

Now Payne still lives in the house that Florence had meant to be divided equally among her remaining 2 sons and the only daughter of her oldest son (Alan or Bro-A had been gone for some years). But less said on this matter, the better. It's a sore point.

Interesting coincidence: Florence had tripped on the same spot and gotten quite badly hurt some years ago.

'It was Mum.' Rex-T announced to me, the moment he got off the phone. 'She gave him a little "push" to tell him do the right thing.'

'Could be your Dad or Alan?' I thought of how Kate, Alan's widow still felt his presence around her house.

'Too subtle for them.' Rex-T was certain that his father would have dealt Payne a lot more than just a broken ankle.

I happened to glance at the calendar on the wall and realised the date. It was February, a few days after Florence's passing.

'Most likely your Mum,' I agreed.

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Jubeele (17 stories) (733 posts)
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3 months ago (2018-10-21)
Haven, glad you enjoyed my account. I'm also interested to know about your spiritual guide and your own journey to that realisation. I think we have to be ready for the spiritual message before we can open our hearts and minds. That's why it took some time to get through me. I can be stubborn (just ask Rex-T)! 😆

I've started reading your accounts as well and will post my comments after thinking about them for awhile. 🤔
Haven (12 stories) (199 posts)
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3 months ago (2018-10-18)
Hi Jubeele,

Thank you for replying to me.

It's great that you finally listened to and recognized the signs that were being given to you and didn't dismiss them as simple coincidences like many of us do. You're lucky this woman did not let you blow her off and kept putting out those signs. What a wonderful feeling it is to know that you have someone watching out for you giving you protection, comfort and most importantly guidance.

I have been told that I have a spiritual guide that has, for a while now, tried to get my attention. I have also explained many things as coincidences or intuitions but now I am not so sure.

I really enjoyed this story and look forward to reading the others you have shared here. Reading about your experiences and what you've learned as you go through your spiritual journey will hopefully remove any fears I have about embarking on mine. I will read more of the experiences you have posted here and will take you up on your offer of contacting you as I'm sure I will have questions and will want to know more.

Thanks again ❤
Jubeele (17 stories) (733 posts)
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3 months ago (2018-10-18)
Hi Haven, I'll reply to your question here and not clutter up someone else's account. I've alluded briefly to spirit guardians or guardian angels in "Hello Lovey" and "Horsing Around". For a long time, I've tried to explain away my experiences as coincidences or just imagination. Then I learned about a part Choctaw native American woman who had been described as an "old soul" when she was alive. Soon after that, I began to feel that someone was trying to get my attention. I sensed a warm presence, heard a woman's voice in my ear, saw flying shadows out of the corner of my eye, had something falling over unexpectedly at home. I'd wondered if I was being overimaginative at the time. The same week when I kept hearing the words in song: "I just want you to know who I am," I learned her name from someone who had known her decades ago. When I searched online, I immediately found her personal details. A strange coincidence.

Her old friend is certain she has included me into their circle of friends. There are others who have felt her warmth. I think of her as a spirit guardian and often sense her presence when I feel upset or need reminding to have faith. Once in a while, I get a sudden warmth from the neck and chest like being hugged, and this feeling of affection.

Rex-T provides me with a dose of scepticism every now and then, just to keep my perspective in balance. Sometimes, when I feel that warmth and say "hello" to her, he just shrugs - and then we carry on with our day. But this what my heart tells me whenever I'm surprised by that little jolt of joy. I'm still learning on this spiritual journey. If you need to know more about my experiences, you've welcome to contact me. My details are on my profile page. 😊
Jubeele (17 stories) (733 posts)
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4 months ago (2018-09-10)
It's comforting to know in our time of grief that our loved ones will never be truly gone or forgotten. I feel their love and warmth surround and protect me. ❤

Thanks for reading my account. Peace and positive light to you. 😊
Sleeping-with-steve (7 stories) (316 posts)
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4 months ago (2018-09-09)
Hello Jubeele and Rex-T,

I really enjoyed reading your post. Its good to know family and loved one's will always look out for us.

Its comforting to know.

My condolences to you both. My thoughts are with you.

Thank you for sharing this post. 😘 ❤ 😘
Jubeele (17 stories) (733 posts)
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6 months ago (2018-07-21)
Dee - goosebumps was exactly what I got when I realised it was a visitation. Most of my dreams are hazy, soon forgotten or just wacky. They're usually from eating too late and my mind is still overstimulated when I go to bed. But this is as clear in my mind today as when it happened. Rex-T's mum had a very strong will; an iron hand in a velvet glove. She certainly kept her 3 sons in line. Their dad's response to them was always: "Ask you mother." 😁

Melda - we coped with everything a step at a time, one day at a time. It was such a comfort to get a message from beyond like that. After my heart stopped racing and my goosebumps settled down, of course. I know those dreams where it's hard to let go. I've woken up a few times surprised that my face was wet with bittersweet tears. But I cherish every such visit, even if it's only in my dreams. ❤

Lady-glow - K-dramas can be so addictive. Wish I'd shared them with Dave's mum. Mine will watch them all day and night. I've finished "My Love from the Star" and "Master's Sun" (heroine reminds me of my younger sister - always seeing ghosts). 😨
CuriousDee (8 stories) (630 posts)
+1
6 months ago (2018-07-17)
Jubeele,

Goosebumps ❤ I'm sorry for all your losses and agree, it's heartbreaking to watch a loved one suffer. I believe our passed loved ones do try to get through to us that they are happy and at peace. I also believe they do it in their own personal way, a way that we can't dismiss.

I've also had 'visitation' dreams. You know the difference between a nonsensical dream and a clear visit from a loved one. The details stay with us for years, or the rest of our days. I'm sure Rex-T's mother was getting her point across. 😉

Thank you for sharing a lovely experience ❤

Dee
Melda (9 stories) (1086 posts)
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6 months ago (2018-07-17)
Jubeele - Meeting Rex-T in February was a good one. For the rest, well I can't say that the month of February has been good to you but I'm pleased to hear that you've turned it into a month of celebration. That's a good way to deal with.

It's quite amazing how we can cope with adversity when we have to. Many people say oh I couldn't handle all that but most of them are wrong - we handle what we have to.

I believe many of our passed loved ones visit us in dreams and it brings a sense of solace and acceptance. Have you ever, when having a very lucid dream about a loved one had the feeling "oh please don't let this end, just stay a while longer"? I've had that feeling before and to me it signifies that the dream was more than just a dream.

Another good one from you Jubeele 😊

Regards, Melda
lady-glow (11 stories) (2259 posts)
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6 months ago (2018-07-17)
Jubeele - I haven't watched "The Goblin", though I checked the cast... There's some eye candy there. 😜

Now my daughter and I are watching "Are you Human too?", those K-dramas can be addictive.
Jubeele (17 stories) (733 posts)
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6 months ago (2018-07-16)
Dear lady-glow, we make a point of celebrating our "special anniversary" in February. Making good memories and celebrating the lives, laughter and happy memories of our loved ones. Once in a while, I do have dreams of them around February. 😁

Thanks for reading and your kind wishes. It's always great to hear from you. ❤

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P.s. Did you check out "The Goblin"? Agree with me and your daughter? 😜
lady-glow (11 stories) (2259 posts)
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6 months ago (2018-07-16)
So sad and so awesome experiences.

Jubeele - it seems like that February was memorable, for the wrong reasons. I'm sorry for all your losses.

Nevertheless, it's wonderful and reassuring when our loved ones stop by and let us know that they are fine and that their passing wasn't the end.

Thanks for sharing this wonderful story. ❤
Jubeele (17 stories) (733 posts)
+3
6 months ago (2018-07-16)
Another first, RC? 😉 I've had the occasional "memory" dreams of her, Dad and Grandma in the past, but never one quite so lucid and interactive as this one. That love in her voice - so good to hear her sparkly self once more.

"A death is not the extinguishing of a light, but the putting out of the lamp because the dawn has come" - Unknown.

Love endures past the veil. Death is but a pause in our journey. ❤
RCRuskin (8 stories) (494 posts)
+1
6 months ago (2018-07-15)
The simple, quiet moments of life. It is nice to know our loved ones are with us.

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