Messages From Family

The following true stories, I believe, speak for themselves... Fall 1995. St Joseph's Cemetary. We are burying my brother's ashes. Around the family plot are my Uncle Tom, his two sons, Tom and Nick, my brother in law John, the priest, the funeral home director and family friend Mike, and myself. It is a typically cold, brutal, rainy October day-- perfect for the solemn, grim ceremony we are about to do. My sister and I did not want my parents there to see the agony of burying their child. Right as the priest begins the blessing, the clouds part and a bright, warm ray of sunshine shines down on all of us. Like a spotlight on a stage. We are all stunned, there hasn't been a break in the weather all day. The funeral director, Mike, says to me, ''Jimmy, you tell your parents about this. This is your brother's way of saying-- 'I'm okay, I'm in Heaven.' '' The sunshine stayed with us for 5 minutes. As soon as we were done, the light went away and it started raining again. There was no more sunshine for 2 days..... March 1996. Six months after my brother's death. My Dad had a dream about my Uncle Joe, who had passed away 5 years earlier. In the dream, my Uncle Joe was very young-- he was 70 when he passed-- and, he had a big smile on his face. My Dad asked him, ''Joe, what are you doing here, and, why do you look so young?'' My Uncle Joe replied, with a smile, '' Don't worry Jim, you will be young again soon and it will be alright.'' Now, certain religions believe when you die, you become the age of Christ when he died, 33. Dad passed away 2 days later... December 2000. Mom has been gone since June 1998. We have sold my parents house and there are only 2 items left to move. A Grandfather clock my parents bought the family years ago, and, a big, old heavy desk/ sewing machine. My brother in law John, my teenage nephews Johnny and Joey, and myself are upstairs trying to figure out how we are going to move this very heavy desk. Suddenly, we hear the Grandfather clock ring 2 bells. The clock hadn't worked for 3 years. Not a chime or ring during that time. No one was around the clock, no great movement stirred the clock. Just rang twice out of nowhere the last day in my family home. We all looked at each other and had the same thought, ''One ring for Mom to say goodbye, and one ring for Dad to say goodbye.''... June 2010. My sister Lisa's house. She is watching her 3 year old grandson Jordan, Johnny's son. Lisa is in the bathroom scrubbing the bathtub. Jordan is in the kitchen. They are all alone in the house. Lisa hears Jordan talking to someone. At first she doesn't think much of it, Jordan has just started talking recently and will talk to anything. She goes back to scrubbing. Then Lisa realizes that Jordan is having a conversation with someone. Lisa panicks, thinking that someone has come in the house. She gets to the kitchen and Jordan is sitting there calm and smiling. No one else is in the room. Lisa asks Jordan who he was talking to. Jordan replies that he was talking to ''Gamma's'' [ his name for Lisa] Mommy''. Lisa is stunned and she asks him what did ''Gamma's Mommy'' say? Jordan, with a big smile on his face says, '' Gamma's Mommy told me that she loves me very much and she wishes she was here right now so that she could hug and kiss and play with me.'' Jordan also saw, according to what he later told his father, an apparition of my Mother. Jordan had never seen any pictures of my Mother and didn't know she existed until that moment of talking with her... Now, I leave it up to all of you to decide if there was some contact in these stories from the other side. You call it. I think you know where I stand on this. And, perhaps... You also have similar stories....