2 months ago#askdeborah I have a couple probably more the a couple questions, @deborahmhanlon
5 months agoI hear my dad saying hello to me, I hear his voice and try to feel the warmth of his hands in mine. I love him so much
5 months agoI lost three dogs in 2024. Milo first, Rosco four weeks later and sweet Tasha six months later. My first "dream" was about Rosco. ( A beautiful tri-color Australian Shepherd.)He was standing at the side of the house and I reached out and touched him. I actually felt his soft fur, and I said "Rosco, you're so soft". I woke up and believed I was truly with him. My second dream was Tasha. This was about a year later. In that dream I was outside working in my back yard. I heard Tasha's cute bark (She was part Pug, part Australian Shepherd.) coming from inside a bedroom window. I looked over and saw her. Her little paws up on the window ledge and she was looking at me, trying to get my attention. But right in front of the window on the outside was a hazy, fog-like film. I woke up and felt the same way I felt about the dream with Rosco. And a few months later I had a dream about my beautiful Milo. (He was a beautiful red merle with striking blue eyes.) He was lying by our front door and I reached down and stroked him from head to tail. I said, " Milo, your body is perfect." At that point I began calling these dreams visitations. In all three dreams my dogs were at my house.
5 months agoMy son died 4year ago after staying in locked in syndrome for five years after hemorrhage. I dream him often but he is almost always still "sick". But lately he is being more him self before his sickness. I also feel him with me/near me from time to time ❤️
5 months agoMine is hard to describe but sometimes out of nowhere and without me having thought about it, the feelings and or emotions I felt during say a moment in a holiday or a day out or just a peaceful day with my husband, I get that feeling, emotion, and I truly believe it's his way of letting me know he is with me 💛
5 months agoMy mom died last night. I had spent 90+ hours by her bedside talking to her and playing soft music for her. She was unresponsive but I hoped she could still hear me. This morning, I forced myself to get up and meet family for brunch. Shortly after sitting down at the table I realized that the song Hallelujah was playing. This was one of the songs I had played for my mom many many times over the last 4 days by her bedside. I felt like she was telling me she was there and that she was proud that I had gotten out of bed and joined the family.
