Well, if you have read my previous stories - you will know that I lost my mother back in 2003. Her death anniversary of 5 years is coming up on August 14th. Anyhow, I just wanted to share a quick story which makes me smile - as I know she's still with me.
A few weeks before I moved out of the house (the duplex I was living in- mentioned in an earlier story, in which we were having some paranormal experiences and after I kicked the room mate out, the girl in the photograph who is holding up her naughty middle finger, the activity stopped - so I have a feeling all of that had something to do with her), I was feeling a bit down and depressed and it was getting harder and harder for me to wake up on time each day for work.
One morning, I was to be awake by 7:00 a.m. to have my cat to the vet in order to have him there by 8AM to get neutered (poor little guy). I kept hitting the snooze button. My door was closed, I remember glancing at it, and I normally never leave my door open. It bothers me. It makes me feel like intruders can get to me in the middle of the night, so it's always closed.
Moving on, half asleep, I heard a knock on my door, a very familiar knock-my mother's knock. And without realizing that this shouldn't be happening as she is no longer with us, I responded in my tired stupor, "yeah?"
She opened the door, poked her head in, and although I did not open my eyes I knew she was there, "Come on, Heather, let's get up now. You're going to be late for Kitten. Come on!" She was British, and although she lost her accent on the way, she had a very distinct way of saying "come on" and it was so annoying that it ALWAYS woke me up, a little frustrated, but it worked.
I groggily sat up in bed, looked at the time, and realized I'd just dreamt about her. And then I looked at the door, and it was open, just enough for her to poke her head in and wake me up...
Haha, thanks Mom.
I have moved back in with my Father recently, and I shared a comment on one of my previous stories that I will restate here.
We live on a golf course, and my mother was OBSESSED with her garden. Over the years, even when I haven't been living there, I'd spend the night once in a while and wander out on to the patio in the middle of the night just to get things off my chest. Have a little cry, and say hello to my Mom. I asked her a question, and told her not to answer it. I stated that I am so grateful to have the relationship with my father now, as she was always worried that he and I wouldn't get along in the future. She begged him not to "become the angry man" we once knew through his frustrations.
I put my father through hell, and I experienced that angry man for a long time up until about a year and a half ago, when I started to prove myself as a young woman and sensible individual. I have moved back in with him to help him move on, and help myself move up in life. It's the best decision I've made in quite a while. And it's relaxing.
I continued to tell her that I love her, and that I have this immense feeling of appreciation for all she has done for me even after her passing - and then I notice, for it kind of scared me at first - a little light flitting about on the golf course close to some trees about 100 feet ahead of me. And then it faded.
I was confused, my heart started to race a little bit - and then I realized it was a firefly. I had never seen a firefly before in my life until then. And strangely, this little guy flitted his way about so quickly over to me, less than 20 seconds, and he was so close! I could have cupped him in my hand! He hung around for a good 10-15 seconds. And then his little light faded and he disappeared. I couldn't stop smiling. It felt like Mom was listening and she sent this little guy over to say 'HEY I'm here'.
Then I told her she was a jerk for scaring me, and I could feel her laughter. It was pretty cool. I went inside and went to bed feeling pretty refreshed.