It has been 12 months since my mother lost her battle with cancer and after writing August Soul Mates 2, I really had no intention of writing another. But what has transpired since then is the most incredible sequences of paranormal activity I had ever experienced and I felt compelled to come back and share it with the folk here at YGS. I know my mother, after she'd passed away, went through the light and I also know that when there is a reason for them to come back they will.
This year in January 2010, 12 months exactly after my mother was diagnosed with cancer, my Aunty, (my mother's only surviving sister) was also diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and given no chance of survival. She had refused all treatments offered, as in 2009 she endured, along with my mother, the emotional journey and trepidations that cancer bestows upon the unfortunate sufferer. It was also my Aunt's wish not to let me know of her own circumstances as she didn't feel as though I should have to go through the same process so soon after I'd lost my own mum, to the same disease. God love her! (Just like my mother)
In February this year via telephone we talked about my mother and various other things. But never once did she let on that she was so sick. At this point, her body weight was down to a mere 37 kg and it was very brave of her to act normal. I think in her mind she was just seeing if I was ok and just that kind of (one more time) an act of unselfish Love. Around this time I had a premonition that I was at a wake. I had no idea who died, but I saw my cousin and my sister there. I remember them walking up the stairs and I was at the top looking down in their direction.
Probably from January until somewhere in April, activity in my home was next to nothing and I felt kind of pleased that my mother and father were somewhere peaceful. One night as I got up to grab a cold drink from my fridge, about one or two in the morning, I'd walked into my kitchen and felt a presence which was quite heavy. An eerie type of feeling, one I know is often misinterpreted by some. I knew it was my mother or father or both, but there was an urgent feeling about their presence. As I stood there looking down my hallway, just like in the years gone by when visited by departed family members or others, the walls started to creak and bang each side up and down the hallway. Moving in my direction, their energy was moving toward me with intent. After all these years, I am well and truly over the fear that is associated with the spiritual or paranormal, which has been around me for so many years. I remember calmly drinking my beverage and saying in their direction, "Hello. Can you show yourself?" Standing there for a while, it was evident that seeing them on that night was not on the cards. So I decided to head back to my bed.
As I lay down on my bed I put my hand out of the bed and asked my mother to hold my hand, but to no avail. (This is a relevant point later in this story). This happened for a few nights in a row and I still couldn't work out what my mother was trying to get across. My cousin, bothered by her own conscience, phoned me up and told me the truth about her mum, (my Aunty) and how she was dying from cancer. I knew straight away that my own mother was here to collect her. But there was something else she was trying to get across... And working out the message was what I had to do.
My Aunt now fell into denial and refused to believe she was going to die. The human fighting spirit was kicking in, but unfortunately, those in close quarters (including the doctors with respect), were waving the white flag. She was also very close to her daughter and was the type who would not let go and desperately shared her affection to live. After breaking the ice and visiting my Aunt, I did my utmost best to cheer her up and at the end of that day; driving home I had thought that this is what my mother was desperately wanting to tell me.
Later on that night as I was lying in my bed, about one am, I rolled over to my side and saw my mother walking up my driveway toward the front door. At first she did not know I could see her, until I believe she picked up on my thoughts, as she came back to my window and was standing only three or four feet away. I was glad to see her, but in contrast, she was startled that I could and she pulled herself quickly away from the window and out of my view. If you remember in my other stories up until this point, I had basically only felt her presence. This was the first time I had actually been able to see her, and furthermore, she was in full physical form dressed in a white nightie. You see the thing is, when she was alive, we use to talk about the paranormal. I had always told her how I'd struggle waking up to a ghost standing in my room and jokingly told her, "Could you knock or tap first before showing yourself?" And just like my mother with tongue in cheek, she would say, "No, I'm coming back to haunt you." So I think she had that in mind and didn't want to freak me out!
I was honored and privileged that I was able to see my mother and after all the years of ducking and weaving away from Ghosts alike, I was, to the contrary, quite excited. Unfortunately, I was not able to pick up on the visual after that brief moment, but she was back to tell me something else. After eliminating other possible reasons, when I'd mention the possibility that my Aunt would not cross over because of being in denial and drawn to my cousins' love. I knew that this is what I had to do: tell my cousin to let go of her mum when she passes and prepare her for what she must do to help her mum cross! Now imagine this it was not going to be an easy task to discuss with someone who is going through the trauma of losing a loved one, especially their mother, that they should let go because if they do not they may not cross over. So I made the call and it went something like this, at the pinnacle point of discussion!
Me: I saw my mother the other night!
My cousin: Wait, I have to tell you something Darren, and I saw your mother as well.
Me: What was she wearing?
My cousin: Your mum was wearing a white nightie with a frilly lace bottom.
Me: Oh my God, that's what I saw her in.
My cousin: A lot of other things here have happened too, draws opening etc.
Me: I believe my mother is here to help your mother cross over and has given me a message to pass on. Find some peace with your mother and tell her you and your family will be ok and it's ok to let go when your mum has had enough.
One other thing I told her during that conversation, that I could feel what was going to happen and that is: my cousin would be by her mother's side when she passes and the fact that she saw my mother was validation of why I was calling.
It took a while to sink in, but I believe my cousin understood where I was coming from and in the weeks ahead she spent time with her mum, I believe with some spiritual awareness and acceptances of the circumstances bestowed upon her. Somewhere around that time, I had called my mother's best friend of some 50 years, Joan, and was talking to her about my mother visiting me. She told me she had a dream. She saw my mother in a white dress with a frilly lace bottom! The interesting correlation between the three of us and what we saw my mother wearing was what I had described, a white dress nightie, with a frilly lace bottom, my cousin's own close description a white nightie and frilly lace bottom, and my mother's best friend described it as a white dress and frilly lace bottom.
The 5th of May 2010 is a day I will never forget. I went to bed about 9:30 pm. Somewhere through the night I was in a deep hypnotic sleep. My mother walked into my room and tapped me three times gently on my shoulder, and then she leaned over and gave me a hug and said:
Mum: Darren, Where's my bed? (I now sleep in her room her bed is in my daughter's room)
Me: It's in your room. (I was in such a deep sleep I thought I was in another room)
Mum: No, you're in my room! (So much like my mother's humor)
Mum: Darren, it's my birthday! (In a calm soothing tone)
Shortly after that I had woke up and pondered at what just happened. See, her birthday is today as I am writing this story the 30th of July! So for a moment, I had wondered why she had told me it was her birthday on the 5th of May. So anyway! Later on that night, when I had got home from work, I was sitting in my room and my daughter walked in and said, "Dad, did Travis (my son) tell you what happened last night?" Now keep in mind, I told no one in my family about me holding out my hand when my mother visited and this is the relevant part I was referring to before. My son told me he was lying on his bed with his hand held over the side. When all of a sudden someone held his hand gently and our pet jack Russell was whimpering in the direction of where his hand was being held and in a submissive position. At this point I had realized two things: One, that the night before was real and my mother was determined to talk to me no matter how deep of a sleep I was in, and Two, the fact that she held my sons hand and not mine was validation of her visit as only I knew about it. My wife also had a dream, that her phone was ringing and when she answered it, my mother's voice was on the other end and said to her, in a very profound tone, "Happy Birthday", my wife broke down and cried.
I decided to call my eldest brother Glen and tell him what had transpired and just to add some more fascination to the story, he had reminded me that the 5th of May was the day my Grandma Ruby died and we named our Jack Russell Ruby in memory of my grandmother. Also, my eldest son Brandon, who is 17 years old, told me around a week before this, he was in the bathroom brushing his hair when he saw my mother's reflection in the mirror as she walked past and she was wearing a white gown. So in total six family members, one of them a life time friend, either saw, felt, or heard my mother with the three of us confirming the white dress nightie with the frilly lace bottom. My wife connected with her in a dream, my eldest son saw her in a white gown, my youngest son felt her hold his hand and our family pet Ruby was whimpering at the time she visited my youngest son. And oddly enough the only one who had no experience was my daughter who now sleeps in my mother's old bed.
On the 28th of May, 2010, my Aunty Shirley had passed away. After a tenacious fight she succumbed to the dreaded misfortunes of cancer. My cousin Rachel was by her side. A few days later at the wake, I was standing at the top of the stairs and my sister and Rachel where both walking up toward me. This was the premonition I had some months prior. I believe my mother was with her when she died and succeeded in taking my Aunt through the light and into the land of peace, God bless them both.
August 1st 2010: I went to the cemetery on my own, to see my mum and dad and embrace the spiritual ritual that August now means to me. As I leaned over to the headstone placing my flowers, I felt the most amazing breeze rise up through the trees and through the area I was positioned. The August wind was refreshing and made me feel complacent in a spiritual manner. As I walked back to my car, I sat inside and I knew there was a message on my radio and the next song that I heard would present it. As I turned the radio on, these are the first words I heard. It went something like this:
"I can feel the breeze blowing between the trees, I can remember the days gone by!"
Not like I needed any more signs, but they're always welcome!