My grandmother said when she was a little girl she woke up one noght and saw a neighbor girl who had fied of flu standing by the bed. Her mother , my grear grandmother told her the little girl wants you to pray for her. This was around 1917.
Nought = night
Fied = died…
Boy what a mess!
My dad told me once that when he was around 12 that one of his younger sisters had gotten sick and during the night died. My dad something woke him that night and when he went down the hall to her room, he said he saw angels taking her little soul with them. That would have been around 1930-31
After he died in 1990, I was awakened by him tugging on my big toe, which was always his thing since I could remember. I sat up in bed and he told me that he loved me and to quit smoking, which I did.
We lost our son last June and he visits us regularly. He leaves me feathers about once a week, including in the interior of my house, and my daughter has had several visitation dreams. She also has had weird electrical disturbances at her house, like the ceiling fan on her patio suddenly turning on its own whenever we’re telling stories about Ryan. When we stop, it stops. I know he’s close by and just trying to say hi.