Mom Heard Dad Come Home
Donna
Kingston, Ontario, Canada
I remember something that happened to my mother back in Nov. 1984, I
remember the year and month because I was pregnant on my oldest son and had
just moved in with my parents.
My mother was in the bath tub, I was sitting out in the living room.
Everything in the house was very quiet. Next thing I know, my mom is out
standing in the middle of the living room in her robe looking around. Then
she went back down the hallway. She came out a minute later and asked me
"Where is her?" Where was who? No one had come in, gone out, I was reading,
it was completely quiet, almost eeriely so. When she was taking her bath,
she thought she had heard the door open, my dad come in, and say "hey you".
She said it was so real, that she knew it happened, and was shocked and
disappointed that it hadn't. She spent the rest of the evening in a strange
mood. By the way, at this time, my father worked with the Department of
Fisherries and was away from home for a couple of months. When she talked
to him about it later, he would have been sleeping during that time frame,
and he did have a few vivid dreams of home.
Note from Cynthia: I love this story so much... and lately, it
seems there are a lot of these stories about people coming home who didn't
really come home being recalled and discussed. I like the way there is a
possible explanation here... that your dad would have been sleeping
(dreaming) at the same time your mother heard him!
Husbands Heard Coming Home
Charles
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
When my grandfather died, my Mom reported that she and several friends
were at home, expecting their husbands to return. It was the evening of my
grandfather's funeral back in 1964. I was only four years old at the time,
tucked snugly in my bed. And two distinct things happened that night. This
was the sixties, so that old social division of "the women" and
"the men" still shaped people's lives. So while "the men" finished with
some unstated business at the funeral home, all of "the women" came back
to my Mom's house to prepare some refreshments and then sit and talk while
waiting for their husbands to arrive.
Around 9pm, everyone heard the sound of stamping feet in the back
porch. Unmistakably the sound of someone knocking the snow off of their
boots. Someone said, "Ah, there are the men now", and the women went out
to the kitchen to greet them. But there was no one there. No snow on the
floor in the back porch. The door did not appear to have been opened, and
the snow outside had been falling steadily since the women arrived, hours
earlier, and there was not the faintest trace of a footprint in the
crisp new snow. The men arrived home some time after that, to the relief of
some very creeped-out wives, except my Mom, of course. She was used to
weird stuff.
*smile*
The other thing that happened was more subtle. Because mom had expected a
large crowd that evening, she made sure that my bedroom door and my
brother's bedroom door were both completely closed. But when she came
upstairs to check on us late that night, she found both our doors wide
open. Apparently my grandfather was noted for always leaving doors open
wherever he went. Did he come home to 'say goodbye'? He had died a very
sudden death. Pity I can't remember him...
Note from Cynthia: I just love the way that your doors were found
to be open when your grandmother came up to check on you and your
brother... after she'd closed them earlier, expecting company! Thanks for
sharing this story. I get such a powerful feeling of love from reading it,
with a sense that people continue on in spirit long after their bodies pass
away. Love is forever.
My husband and I just got back from a cruise with Royal Caribbean, aboard
Monarch of the Seas. The neat thing was, one day we were up on one of the
top decks, lounging by the railings, somewhere between Cocoa Cay and Nassau
in the Bahamas. I would glance over and notice that my husband would not be
there. I'd glance again, and he
would be there. This happened a couple of times! He saw me staring at him
and asked me what I was doing. I said "Watching you appear and disappear
off that lounge chair!"
He said he wasn't dozing, but staring at the ocean. I asked if
he noticed anything, like someone or something being there, then not being
there, then being there again? He said no, he didn't see that. He had just
been staring at the ocean. He felt it was him that was flickering in and
out, but couldn't really
tell me why.
Note from Cynthia: The two times that people who know me well
have reported I've been bilocating
have noticed that I've appeared somewhere I was daydreaming about... and
I've
sometimes wondered whether I might have been flickering in and out of
one
location while appearing in the other. I'm so glad you asked your husband
whether
he thought it was you or him that was disappearing and reappearing, and
intrigued
that he responded the way I'd expect him to... that since he was the one
doing
the daydreaming, he's the one who also would guess it was him disappearing
and
reappearing!
