A recent thread posted here got me thinking about the bonds we develop between loved ones and friends, and about the possibility of these connections being strong enough to remain, well, forever. Here is an example I can give you from my personal experience…
A few years ago I landed in the hospital for about 4 days, and almost bought the farm. I should have been in longer, but I pulled some strings and they let me go home to finish feelin all better (I hate hospitals!) After I got home, even though I could barely get out of bed, I felt really compelled to go up and see my Mom and Dad, who lived about 5 hours away. It's weird, because that was all I could think about. I wasn't thinking about my recovery, I just wanted to get up there. My Mom's birthday was in a few days, and I decided a surprise visit would be great since I was still supposed to be in the hospital on her birthday. So off I went.
They were surprised and thrilled to see me, and we had a great visit. It made me feel better too! We went out and celebrated my Mom's birthday early, and of course the waiters all sang and gave her balloons—she was like a little kid again. We went home and looked through old pictures we hadn't seen in years, talked about relatives and just had a great time. I left the day before her birthday and made the 5 hour drive back to my house. I felt pretty beat up, but I had such a great visit with my Mom and Dad that I didn't mind.
The next morning, the phone woke me up about 6am. It was my brother calling to tell me that my Mom had just passed away. They said it was a sudden pulmonary embolism (a blood clot in her lungs.) Just like that, she was gone. She died on her birthday. If I wouldn't have had the feeling that I HAD to go up and see them when I did, I never would have had those last moments with my Mom. Something pulled me up there. I can still remember seeing her standing in the doorway with my Dad, smiling and waving as I rolled down the driveway and headed for home the day before. I'm glad I didn't know it was the last time I would ever see her alive.
I drove back up to help my Dad make arrangements and endured the painful process of going through my Mom's stuff. After a few days we finished, and I came back home with a box of keepsakes. I noticed I had even brought her driver's license home with me! The choices you make can be strange in such a painful state of mind.
A week or so passed, and my Mom was buried out here in a cemetery close to my brother and I. My Dad put his house up for sale and will be moving down here as well. Feeling very empty, I decide to look through my Mom's keepsakes. I came across her driver's license and for the first time noticed the words above her picture: "Expires 12-10-2002." That is exactly what happened to my Mom—she expired on 12-10-2002, her birthday. Those words had become prophetic. Yeah the tears welled up in my eyes (just like right now, sorry.)
So I drove to the cemetery. It was a weekday in the middle of the week. There was no one else in the cemetery except me and I sat down next to her grave, feeling numb. I just sat there for a while, feeling sorry for myself and so sad, that I started to cry. A grown man sitting all alone in the cemetery, crying. The tears kept coming and all I could think about was how much I already missed her. Then I felt something touch my back. I turned around and it was a big, red, heart shaped balloon with the words "I Love You" on it. The hair on my neck stood up! I looked around and there wasn't a person in sight. And I couldn't see anywhere that the balloon may have come from! I just sat there staring at it, and after a few moments the balloon just floated off, all the way across the cemetery and disappeared in the distance.
Now, a few years later, when I think about the balloon, I smile. Other things happened during those weeks as well, but since this is already the longest post I have ever written, I'll stop here.
I can't explain why these things happened but I'm convinced that it was more than just coincidence.
Do you think that some bonds are strong enough to punch a hole, however briefly, into this world and have an influence on events in your life?
Have any of you had a similar experience with the "unexplained" that you would like to share?