has anyone experienced the 'presence' of a loved one at the very moment they have passed away when you are

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not with them at the time? and then you just 'know' that they are saying good bye, or you just 'know' that they have passed away? i would be interested to hear of your experiance. thanks

uglygrandmother...that is truly special, especially when you knew he was letting you know how proud he is of you.

oldfart. (love your name lol) how precious to have your mother so content as to pass away in your arms. i don't understand how you feel you cannot forgive yourself for putting her in a place where you thought she would have better care? you did it for all the right reasons and i'm sure your mum would know that. i doubt very much that your mother wouldn't forgive you for something you thought would be right for her. and i'm sure she would say you have nothing to feel guilty about...just my opinion, sorry if i've stepped over the line here, i just think you mother wouldn't want to feel bad.
kind regards

ie: edited last line
'wouldn't want YOU to feel bad.'

Answer 1

I am a skeptic… but in a different sense than most, I think. Most skeptics are skeptical of the existence of so-called 'psychic' events, because they cannot (scientifically) identify, explain, or even imagine a mechanism by which such events can occur. For my own part, I have absolutely no doubt as to the existence of at least some such phenomena… not as a matter of 'belief', but as a matter of profound personal experience. My skepticism lies in the arenas of explanation and interpretation, which are principally based in belief systems. I regard 'belief' as the antithesis of an open mind, in that beliefs cut one off from consideration of alternative possibilities. In my estimation, if such things actually happen, then there must be a natural explanation... we just don't have any idea what it is.

I think that there is enough anecdotal evidence for science to acknowledge the possibility that there is something going on beneath the threshold of our normal awareness, and to engage in serious research into the matter. Unfortunately, most scientists (so far as I know) seem to be too wary of peer ridicule to even acknowledge the possibility of such phenomena, let alone engage in research.

Throughout my life, I've had experiences which might be described as 'psychic', or 'paranormal'. Most of them could be classified as trivial, however... even by me. Occam's Razor requires me to think that chance or coincidence is more probably responsible, rather than some 'paranormal' explanation. Some, though, are not trivial... and one of them, in particular, was so shockingly profound that it leaves me with absolutely no doubt that we are 'connected' in some manner apart from our normal sensory apparatus. Chance or coincidence do not even remotely qualify as possibilities.

I was in the Navy, on my second of four 6-month deployments to the Western Pacific, during the Viet Nam war. The ship's Recreation Committee thought that it would be nice to have a ship's party during an upcoming visit to Taipei, Taiwan. One of my shipmates (a friend) and I were selected to fly ahead of the ship, to Taipei, and get everything set up. We departed Hong Kong via Cathay Orient Airlines.

On our third evening there, I was sitting at the desk in my Taipei hotel room, writing some post cards, when I was struck with an eerie sensation, like nothing I had never felt before. I snatched a blank sheet of paper, glanced at my watch, wrote down the date and the time and the words "Dad just died." For the next few minutes I just sat there looking at what I had written, and marveling in the sensation I was experiencing... and I knew that it was true.

What I wrote was not 'automatic writing', or anything like that. No ethereal entity whispered in my ear. There were no ghostly voices, I was not in a trance, and I was not visited by angels or anything like that. I was just overcome with a feeling of certainty that my dad had just passed away (at the age of 48, I might add). He was a diabetic, and had experienced some of the complications that go along with the disease… but so it had been for years, and I had absolutely no reason to suspect that he was in any immediate danger of losing his life, or was any worse off than he had been ANY time within the preceding months and years. Anyway… I just KNEW.

I went next door to my friend's room, and knocked. He opened the door, took one look at my face and asked "What's wrong?" I said "My dad just died." He, of course, wanted to know how I knew. He asked if I had gotten a call, or if I had called home. "No… I just know," I said. I showed him the note, and explained what had transpired.

He asked if I was going to call home. I thought about that for a few seconds, and said "No, I don't think so." I went on to explain that as certain as I felt, it was just to weird to act upon it. Having never experienced anything like that before, I just wasn't sure enough to risk alarming the folks at home. He suggested that the next day we should make it a point to check in with the hotel every few hours to see if there were any messages for me. I said "Yeah… that sounds like a good idea. That's what we'll do." He was a good friend. He saw how seriously upset I was, and he didn't ridicule me or try to convince me that it was just my imagination. He just gave practical advice.

We had checked in with the military 'Headquarters Support Activity' (HSA) immediately after we had arrived and settled in, so they knew where we were staying. Also, we figured that if something had happened, my family would know to contact the Red Cross, and they would be able to get word to the ship via military channels... and the ship knew that they could make contact via the HSA. It seemed like a reasonable plan.

The next day, as we were out and about, I periodically called the hotel and asked if there were any messages for me. On the third call, around one in the afternoon, the hotel said that there was a message that I should report to the Headquarters Support Activity... they needed to see me as soon as possible, as there was an emergency. I said to my friend, "Well... they want me to go to the HSA... this is it".

We caught a cab and we arrived at HSA in a few minutes time. I identified myself to the Petty Officer of the Watch, at the front desk, and he pointed me toward an office, saying "The Officer of the Deck needs to see you."

I knocked on the door and announced myself to the OOD. He said "Sit down, son." I said "I don't need to sit down, sir." He said " I really think you should sit down." I replied, "Look… I don't need to sit down. You're going to tell me that my dad died and you've got emergency leave orders for me. Right? What time is my flight?" He said "Yes... that's right. Your flight leaves at 3:30… the Petty Officer of the watch has your orders… you're going to have to hurry if you want to make it."

After much hustling and a few adventures (stuck in Alaska, broken engine on the C5A causing a missed connection in Charlotte) I made it home to Pennsylvania, missing the funeral by a day. However, after everything had settled down, I took the slip of paper out of my wallet, and showed it to my mom. After consulting with her, and figuring out the time zone differences, I learned that my dad had died EXACTLY at the time I had written down… TO THE MINUTE. In other words, as I was writing, my dad was dying... or had just died.

I do not pretend to understand my experience on an intellectual level… but I can describe my perception of what happened. The feeling that I'd had was as if some part of me had suddenly been snatched away… a part of me that I didn't even realize existed, until it was gone. Then, as it was being taken away, I became aware of it and (subconsciously?) recognized it for what it was. It was as if an existing subliminal connection had been broken.

It was not until around 20 years after the event, following another profound experience that provided the proper context and perspective, that I was able to articulate the preceding description. Prior to that, I just described it as a 'knowing'.

Most of the stories we hear about paranormal experiences of this nature are nowhere near as specific as mine. Why did I write down the date and time? At the time, I had around 5 years of experience in Navy watch standing, including nuclear weapons security. It was pretty well ingrained in me to be alert to any unusual occurrences, note the time of the event, and make a contemporaneous log entry. Being overcome with the feeling that my dad had just died qualified as an unusual occurrence. Training kicked in. Not having a logbook in the hotel room, I used a handy scrap of paper. (I still do that... although, thankfully, sufficiently 'unusual' events are few and far between these days.)

What does this experience say to me? Several things:

1. At some level, we have access to information in a way that is unrelated to our normal sensory apparatus.

2. At some level, we seem to be subliminally connected in a manner that is not apparent in our normal day-to-day existence, and is insensitive to distance.

3. The mechanisms for 1 and 2 are unknown.

Personally, I don't have a problem with not understanding, or not being able to explain what happened. It's OK to say "I don't know". Actually, I think it's BETTER to say "I don't know" than it is to claim knowledge or understanding based on some fairy tale belief system.

I am not obsessed with finding a further explanation, or an intellectual understanding of this occurrence. I know that it happened, and that is enough. Explanations are invariably tainted by the belief systems of the explainer.

Answer 2

a million.have you ever been on the fringe of somebody who has died? if so, who? How close have been you? a lot of human beings, solid pals... kinfolk- My grampa basically at the instant. 2.have you ever felt a solid experience of the presence of somebody who has died? No 3.have you ever had bright thoughts of somebody who has died? I even have... nonetheless do. 4.bright objectives? Yup 5.Do particular attractions, sounds, smells, etc. carry back solid thoughts of a individual? definite... 6.Do particular places (particular or unspecific) provide you a solid experience of the lifeless? Um... no. in line with possibility a funeral domicile, yet that's basically the scent. 7.have you ever felt the presence of a individual/those which you probably did no longer for my section be conscious of? (i.e. being able and sensing spirits of human beings who died some time past, sensing previous unrest, etc. etc.) No

Answer 3

First i went and took care of my grandmother she was very sick and had cancer so i stayed and took care of her but she was getting weaker and I knew she would not last very long. My experienced is my grandmother was in the hospital and was about to die from breast cancer and was in a coma but my mother would not take me to the hospital to see her and she had ask about me a few times. well on the day of July 4th at 5:00 am i woke up the same time she dies and the year was 1977. I knew she was in my bedroom to tell me goodbye and felt her presence all around me. A few hours later my uncle came over and told me that my grandmother had died but I already knew and he gave me a hug and left.
A couple days later we had the funeral and to this day I can almost know she open her eyes and look at me and that was the most scariest thing I ever saw. She just wanted me to see her eyes and that was her way of saying goodbye but she has always looked over me ever since. yes I do believe in angels I have my own angel looking over me.

Answer 4

On the day my brother passed from AIDs I had gone down to visit him in the hospital. I was 29 years old and enrolled in my 1st semester of college. I had grown this thick goatie and when I got there he was unconsious and surrounded by family and friends. He had a DNR so whenever he stopped breathing ppl kept yelling "Breathe Fred, Breathe". I was told that he hadn't moved voluntarily for nearly a day.

I grabbed his hand and stroked it against my goatie and told him "It's ok Fred, I'm here now you can leave". In a flash I was suddenly up near the ceiling, next to my brother staring down at the room. I could even see myself and just as quickly I was back in my body.

Fred was gone and everyone again yelled, "Breathe Fred, Breathe", but I told them to stop and to let him die with some dignety. Then I left. It was sad, but it had to be said.

Answer 5

my Father died in 1976, didn't know it until mother called me on the phone 45 minutes later. when my mother died she was in my arms as i was telling her that it was alright to go, not to worry about the children[i am the youngest and at this time she was 81 and i was 51] there seemed to be a relief in the air as she took her last breath knowing that the rest of us would carry on, but i still remember the time spent by her bed as her so called caretaker until her situation got to be more than i could handle not having health care training and she was very sick so we decided to have her move into a rest home there she died in my arms and i will never forgive myself for that

Answer 6

My father died of pneumonia in the VA hospital at the age of 74. The hospital called me and gave me the option of going to see my father right away or waiting til morning since it was about 3 am. I opted to go right away. As I was getting my shoes on, I suddenly saw my father standing in the doorway. He looked to be about 40. HE looked at me, and then over at my husband, and then back at me. I sensed that he felt proud of me and was content that I was safe. After that, he simply walked forward into the wall. I have not seen him since that day, but occasionally I will smell his tobacco.

Answer 7

My brother got into an automobile accident and when I found out I was rushing throught the house to go to the hospital and I heard his voice, I can't remember what he said, it was quick. At the time he was in critical care, I believe his soul left already during this time to spare suffering and he then died hours later that day.

Answer 8

hi, i experienced that when my father passed away when i was 17, i've been beside him for five days in the hospital and when i go home to take a short rest a phone call said that my father is already dead and he is not responding, pretty tricky for me but i learn to accept, its sad but its life thats how thing should be.

Answer 9

I had a Buddy shoot himself in my house several years back and that night I had a dream that he was in a suit with all the make-up on and told me that he was doing fine and everything was going to be all right..

Answer 10

No, but my mother sensed the death of someone else's loved one that she hardly/didn't even know. Memorized the time and was right.

Answer 11

I was away at college when my grandfather passed, I knew he was very sick and we were expecting him to pass soon. When my cell phone rang one morning, I started to cry before I even looked at who it was, I just knew.