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My dad died when I was 15. He was a great lover of horses, especially race horses and watched them on Grandstand every Saturday.
Many times he would say that if he could come back, he would come back as a horse.
On the night he died, I had to dash to a phone box to call an ambulance. Mum & my brother stayed with dad, and I later discovered he had been able to talk to them a little. Asking my brother to look after mum etc, etc.
I was the only one who never got to say goodbye to dad, which was a torment to me.

12 months after he died, I was walking down a country lane with a friend and we passed a field with horses grazing. They were some distance away, and we weren't really paying them any attention, so carried on walking and chatting.

Suddenly we heard clip, clopping footsteps behind us. On turning around, we saw a beautiful white horse trotting down the lane behind us. It had not been in the field with the other horses, so we had no idea where it had appeared from.

As the horse approached us, it began to nuzzle me in the back with its nose, which I have to confess, frightened me, never having had such close contact with so big an animal, so I began to run. My friend not wishing to be left alone, ran too but, the faster we ran, the faster the horse trotted to stay with us.

Eventually, we came to the end of the lane, where it adjoined a main road.
Fearful that the horse may get hurt, I turned around to see how far behind us it was. Only to discover it had disappeared.

Over the years I have often wondered about this incident. Could it have been dad trying to say goodbye???

marion sorry to here of your loss hun.xxx

jen i would have been terrified,i love horses[IN THE FEILD LOL]XXX

thinking of anybody

who has lost somebody

(((hugs))) to you all

~~~waves to our ronnie~~~

I do believe Joy, and have some experiences.
But I have typed enough with my sore hand today... lets see if this could be kept up on page one????

Deanna X

When i was ill about 4 years ago with breast cancer, I was a single mom on my ownwithout any family or friends around me but my angel of a daughter who was 12 at the time... she said mom I know what you can have to keep you company when i'm at school...., so i said what?..... she said we will get a cat from the cats protection league and give it home..... so i said ok..... went to the cats home and saw a beautiful black cat... i fell in love straight away..... my daughter went on holiday the same day i started my chemo...... and i was in bed most of the time at home.......I named him Thomas o'mally..... this beautiful cat stayed with me day in day out on the bed he never left myside..... if i didnt get up to feed him or lookafter him i would of given up...... i still have thomas and he follows me everywhere to the shops to the school, supermarket, I am sure Thomas is a reicarnation of my dad, if i am upset he purrs around me and licks me and brings me back down, he is such a specail pussy cat and i love him very much, this may so mad to some people but its not mad to me but i am sure he is my guardian angel

wendy xx

What beautiful words Joyous, how very moving and i believe i have seen a feather when i am feeling at my sadest.


Hugs,


Caz xxx

Strange thing just happened I was reading through this thread when a very very large bee cam in through open door, had a good look round and went out again. OH said "that was an omen" I replied that it certainly was and told hime what I'd been reading. ........Today, 8th May would have been his late Father's birthday...... Happy Heavenly birthday Dad.XXXYes, I believe.

I too have loved reading all your accounts of "visitations" I too had one a couple of months before I got married, from my Nan, I was asleep in bed and it was the time just as the sun was rising so I was in the waking stage but not fully awake when I felt someone sitting on the end of my bed. I realised it was Nan, (don't ask me how as I couldn't physically see anyone) but it was her. Now hubby to be was my 1st boyfriend ( 1975) and had only met my Nan a few times before we split up. Nan passed away in 1977 and we got married in 1980. All she said to me was that she hoped she would be as happy as she was to my grandad and also to her 2nd husband. She asked me to put my wedding bouquet on her grave. The day after we got married, hubby and I drove the 40 miles to Birmingham and went to the cemetary and did what she asked. As we were leaving the cemetary a white feather floated onto the car windscreen. I took this to be a sign that she approved of what we had done.

Helen

Some lovely stories on here.

Marion

thats lovely

i love to read things like this of real experiences,

i say things to mam, if she can hear me

other day caught my self thinking id send her a text

bit of problem there, cos she left us before mobiles so shed think what the hells that bleeping

ICAN'T stop the tears reading my oh passed 5yrs ago still here his voice saying clam down i get angry

hi marina,hun hes still there but not in body.im so sure theres more to life than being born /living/then dying.are you ok hunxxx


big waves and hugs to you all,carol my love this thread can wait till your ready hun.xxx

the first time i talked to mum about this she was sat near her sliding doors.mum said...joy if it gives you comfort then you carry on believing.but im not sure i believe...behind her a white feather floated to the floor,i shouted....mum dads here look....i said now tell me dads not here lol.
she grabbed the feather and popped it in her trinklet pot.
she said..........thankyou harry.i love you.xxxxx