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MY MOTHER

1/13/79

My mother passed away of cancer when I was 9 years old. She suffered for 3 months and then died suddenly one winter day in her sleep. I loved her so much and we were very close. I was devastated and thought I couldn’t live without her. This probably was the beginning of my fascination with death and the paranormal. I wanted to know if there was life after death. I wanted to know if somehow she could contact me and let me know that she was alright. I also wanted to believe in the afterlife and know there is something to look forward to after we die. I couldn’t wait to reunite with my mother.

I started reading and researching everything I could on the paranormal. I still read today almost daily for at least an hour a day on this subject.

On January 13, 1979, my father went to go visit my mother at Sloan Kettering Hospital in NYC. When he was about to leave to let her rest he glanced over at her and she smiled back at him then she waved her hand and said goodbye. My father smiled and waved back. He said to me that he thought it was a little strange because she would always say to him, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she never would say goodbye. He remembered that fateful night like it was yesterday. He said she seemed very peaceful and looked radiant. I think that she was preparing him for the inevitable. She knew she was nearing her end and soon she would die. She wanted him to be happy when he left that night and to remember her as she was before she got sick, a young, beautiful woman full of life.

My father’s commute from the hospital in Manhattan to Spring Valley New York, including traffic, would be an average of 2 hours. By the time he got home that night, the phone was ringing non-stop. The doctor was calling to let my father know that my mother had died a few minutes after he had left her room that night.

A few days later after my mother passed away she came to visit me in my dreams. I had two dreams with her trying to send me a message. In the first dream I was looking up in the sky and I saw my mother driving a convertible. She pulled in front of me and was smiling and looked very happy. She looked normal, like the way she did before she got sick. She asked me if I wanted to go for a ride. I was so happy to see her I couldn’t believe my eyes. I said “mommy how can this be? I thought you died? Are you a ghost? “She said “I’m not dead I will always be with you in spirit”. Then we drove around the sky for awhile looking at all the beautiful white puffy clouds. She looked at me and said she was running out of time, and had to go. When she dropped me off she said “don’t cry, I will see you again.” After that, I felt a little better.

The second dream I had with her was about a year later. I dreamt that I was inside a grocery store in the frozen food section looking for ice cream. All of a sudden, I saw my mother walking towards me. She was wearing a gray sweat suit. She unzipped her jacket and showed me her enormous white angel wings. She was happy and looked very healthy. She wanted to let me know she is an angel now and not to grieve or worry about her anymore. I felt an overwhelming sense of happiness after talking to her. I went to hug her and then she told me she didn’t have a lot of time and she had to go. Then I woke up.

I remember years before my mother got sick she would always sing me to sleep. She would say “Please remember, if I die before you, don’t worry, I will be waiting for you at the gates of heaven and some day you will come join me and we will be together again.” I would tell her not to say that because she was never going to die. Then she would sing me to sleep. Looking back now, it seemed like she knew her time would soon end.

MY GRANDFATHER

1985

In 1986, I was about 16 years old, when my grandfather passed away. I also had a dream that he visited me. This was a few days after his funeral. It was a Sunday tradition for the whole family to get together and have dinner.

In the dream, everyone was sitting around the table eating and talking with the exception of my grandfather. He was standing up behind everyone. He had his arms extended patting the shoulders of my grandmother and aunt. He was looking at me smiling. He acted like everything was ok just like any other Sunday. I couldn’t believe he was there; it seemed so real, not like he just passed away a few days prior. I felt like he was letting me know that he was alright. I think this was his way of saying goodbye.

GUADALUPE

2006

In August 2000, I was living with my boyfriend Moises, at the time, in Dingmans Ferry, Pennsylvania.

One night I had fallen asleep about midnight when suddenly something woke me from a deep sleep around 3:00am. I sat up abruptly, and felt an overwhelming sense of sadness. I was overcome with emotion and started crying hysterically. I was so sad and I didn’t know why. I felt like something horrible had happened but I didn’t know what it could be. I then felt a cold breeze blow throughout the room. I checked to see if a window was open, but they where all shut tight. My boyfriend reassured me that everything was ok, and he said “just go back to sleep, you were probably dreaming.” I listened to him and eventually I drifted off.

The next day my boyfriend left work early to come see me. He was crying and he got down on his knees to hug me. I was worried because I have never seen him like this before. I asked him what was wrong. Then he told me he got a phone call from the hospital. They said his mother Guadalupe, had passed away the night before. She was living in Venezuela, Guatemala in a nursing home. She had been sick for a long time and was dying of stomach cancer. He asked the nurse what time she had passed away and she replied 3:00am. This was the same time that I woke up the night before.

I think his mother was trying to contact me so she could relay a message to her son. She wanted to say goodbye. I didn’t know her very well because she lived in a foreign country and didn’t speak any English. I only met her once and we couldn’t understand each other. She just smiled and nodded her head. I know she had a strong bond with her son and she loved him very much. I sensed she was a beautiful, caring person. Although this was a sad tragic event, I am glad that she contacted me so that I could comfort her son in his time of grief.