Last December, my grandpa passed away after being in the
hospital for 6 months with an aneurysm on his aorta. Our
family was devastated, especially my mom, who was very
close to my grandpa.
About a week after my grandpa passed away, my mom said that
she would wake up to hearing a dove at her window. She said
that everyday for about 2 weeks, the same dove came to her
window. After a while, my mom told my cousin and I about
her dove encounter. Unusually, my cousin confessed to of
seeing the same dove. A month after my grandpa's passing,
my mom, my brother and I went to visit my grandma who lives
about 6 hours away. We were doing our best to clear out
some of my grandpa's old things when my grandma came across
a small sculpture. Ironically it was a sculpture that my
grandpa has been intending to give to my mom for her 37th
birthday.
When my mom received it, the first thing she
noticed was the sculpture was of a little girl holding 3
doves. Of course this upset my mom, knowing that the
dove's were probably his way of saying hello.
Not long after the dove encounters, I had a dream that I
was on what looked to be like a large farmland. In the
middle of the farm was a huge oak tree with an enormous
white house next to it. In the dream, I was walking with an
unknown little boy who was telling me that he was very sick
and wasn't supposed to be outside. He led me into the the
white house (keep in mind this is still in my dream), and
we opened the door and my grandpa was standing right there,
looking as healthy as ever. He asked how my grandma, uncle,
and especially how my mom was. I started crying telling him
how everything was falling apart without him, and he just
gave me a hug, told me he loved me and to tell everyone how
much he missed and loved them. He shut the door and that
was it to the dream.
I was telling my mom and grandma about it, and how I didn't
recognize the white house when my grandma said that by the
way I described it, it sounded like my great-great-grandma
cunningham's house. This was my grandpas favorite grandma
and ironically, he used to joke about how when he died that
the first place he'd go to was to his grandma cunningham's.
Since the dream and the dove encounter, we have a had our
little strange occurrences here and there. Just like setting
something down, and coming back for it a few minutes later
and not being able to find it. The funny thing was my mom
always had this hat, an antique hat, that sat at the end of
her bed, but when we would leave the room, the hat would be
off the bed and onto the dressing table.
Of course all of us still miss my grandpa like crazy, but
knowing that he's around all the time, is very comforting.
Contact me here: dphotcheerchic06@hotmail.com
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