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RE: My Deceased Daughter Is Trying To Comfort Me

in #ghosts7 years ago

Sorry for your loss, I've never had a daughter, let alone a death of one either, but my best friend, Tiffany Cumbo, died when she was 16, I was 18, and knew her since I was about 5. They didn't tell me how she died exactly. I had another friend, and he died in his early twenties. Maybe heart attack. My uncle and grandpa and maybe others died too. I've been around many things in my life.

But I've also had dreams at night where I may see them after they die and they may say things and may comfort me or something. I say all that, all of this, because I am fascinated with your interaction with your daughter after her death. There is still a lot I don't know but I am still hopeful because I want to know. And I love the journey of life even when it is tough. I enjoy the adventure of life and I love to live to love and to love to live.

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Thank you for sharing and thank you for your encouragement. This was actually the second time that I had a strong visit from her. During the first visit my youngest son was calling to me to wake up and make him breakfast but I was trying to stay asleep to stay with her. I got to hold her and when I woke up my hands were still warm from holding her. It was very healing.
I also lost my first best friend, my big sister six years ago from a GBM brain tumor. It was devastating.
My greatest lesson in this is that sadness and happiness are not mutually exclusive. I’ll never not miss my baby but I can experience happiness still.

Happiness is like a cloud a cloudless sky coming out of nowhere, the middle of nowhere, from the corner of the screen. It comes when we least expect it. I keep a dream journal and I write them down as soon as I wake up as often as I can the past few years.