Visions of Mother

Visits from the deceased are terribly hard to understand much less explain. Often, the experience is so surreal you feel the best course of action is to keep it to yourself. After all you wouldn’t want others to think you were strange, insane or from another planet.

But the truth should never be shroud in secrecy. Perhaps there are others who have experienced the same or similar things, and sharing this experience will provide insight and comfort, even if there is little chance for understanding it. Within the five or six years following my mother’s death a number of unusual things happened on a fairly frequent basis.

Angel glow?

On the morning of my mom’s funeral, I had gotten up around five o’clock. I could hear Dad in the living room talking to his sheltie in hushed tones. I had spent a few minutes in prayer seeking comfort for the emptiness I was feeling with mom being gone. And I prayed especially for my dad, sisters, nephew and niece. Suddenly there was a strange light which entered the room and moved across my wall curios lighting up every item on all three shelves. I sat mesmerized, wondering what caused this light.

Later as Dad and I were having breakfast he mentioned, “The strangest thing happened around five this morning; as I was sitting in my recliner holding Timmy, (his sheltie) the punch-work pillow Alisa (my niece) had made mom took on a strange glow. All the colors of the design seemed to be illuminated. It lasted for just a few seconds, and then disappeared.”

I shared with Dad my experience in the bedroom with the same type of light, illuminating the curio. We wondered if this light, which seemed so different from anything we had ever seen before, might be God’s way of comforting us, by sending us an angel to touch the items Mom held dear. The pillow was special to her, as my niece made it for her. And the curios had many collectibles she had helped me find.

Mom’s presence

Over the years, from 1989, the year mom died up until the fall of 1992 there have been numerous times Dad and I have felt mom’s presence. Dad has had more encounters of this nature than I have had.

Sometimes Mom’s presence was so strong I had to stop myself from talking out loud to her.

Dad has had many incidents of seeing visions of her. Many times I would enter the den or living room and he would say, “Did you see her?” I asked. “Who?” Somewhat shaken he would say, “Mom, she was here.” “Where?” I asked looking around the room and seeing no one. He would then tell me where he saw her; usually it was by a door.