04/27/2023
A long post but a true story I hope you enjoy:
The natural order of death typically unleashes our first painful experience with the loss of an older relative. For me (as most) my grandparents. The un-natural and most painful for me, was the sudden death of my younger brother from an accident at his house. When you have the opportunity to sit with your loved one in their last hours, it’s a painful but sacred and special time. With the recent 8th year anniversary of my Mother’s death I found myself thinking about her and talking to her. You know you do too! I remembered the day before she died she awoke after a short sleep with a smile and said she had crossed over but came back to wait for my brother, Larry, who was traveling from Illinois to say his goodbyes. She said she met her mother, brothers and others on the other side and she felt pure love and she looked forward to going back soon. She said ”I can’t quite explain the feeling. The love was unlike anything I experienced here. It was a high frequency vibration”. We talked about life and death and what might lie ahead. Being a Christian she certainly believed God would somehow be involved, though not sure it would be as she had been taught in the church. I asked if it were “allowed”, would she send me a message. She said she certainly would. I reminded her of this a few days ago, which she answered. I will explain what happened shortly. Eagles have always meant something to my mother, brother and myself. What, we never were exactly sure of except that we always seem to be attracted to them and they to us. One of her last paintings was an eagle she painted for me. The day I left my brother’s house for the last time after he died, an eagle flew over me. It seem to stop, suspended in the air with a full wing span and the sun above it illuminating its presence. Still watching it I hit the ignition to start my car only to hear the beginning of “Stairway To Heaven”. One of my brothers favorite songs, and definitely his favorite band. I was nearly paralyzed with the mixed wave of emotion. Two years later and a few days after my mother died, I was taking pictures of a listing when a large eagle swooped over head to land in a tree close by. It just stared at me. I continued to shoot pictures when a younger eagle swooped in beside the first, also staring at me. I chuckled to myself and thought “maybe a sign Mom and Mitch are together”.. then as I turned to go they flew over my head so close I thought I might have to duck. I quickly pointed the camera up and got a very cool shot😍.
Now, as I reminded my mother she promised a sign, I acknowledged the day I took pictures at that listing might have been a sign. OR, the day my living siblings were with me at camp when (oddly) we all awoke early, (5 am) gathered around the table at the exact moment a large eagle swooped by the window over my deck and dropped a fish to the younger eagle standing on the ground in front of the camp. Video is posted here but not great as it happened so fast. Since my late brother was my mothers favorite, we all laughed at this event and said “Yup, Mom still doing favors for Mitch🤣”.
My mother loved fishing and always booked a week in September at a remote campsite. The year she died I kept the reservation and took my, now, daughter in law, Lindsae. A vegetarian, but a good sport with no fishing experience. We left the camp before daybreak and paddled out in the thick fog to get to a favorite spot on the lake early. A ways out we heard this high pitched loud bird call and suddenly an eagle comes at us out of fog close enough for me to fend it off with the paddle. It was a knee jerk reaction. I did not hit it. It was a bizarre experience. Maybe a sign Mom was mad that we were taking her fishing spot🤣.
Finally, (last week) I accepted that I got my signs from Mom, whether they were or not, I choose to believe they were. BUT, the night of my conversation with her I had this weird dream! I was at a gathering at a lodge when someone told me I had a phone call. They hand me the phone and the name on caller ID was a nick name I had on my phone for my mother. I answer the phone, and yes, it’s my mother! She said “I told you I’d get in touch with you if I could, but it’s not that easy. The vibration and energy is different here and this is the easiest way. Time is different here too, so I didn’t realize the time it’s been for you. I love you and miss you, but I am happy here” . In my dream I could barely stand or speak. I asked her if it was like what we spoke about, or think of as in “Heaven”. She said no, but it was beautiful, and peaceful and she had things to work on and to learn..Then she said her energy was fading but she’d get back in touch. And I woke up.
