tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512716256533133364.post6188650015101043697..comments2023-09-19T15:00:39.811+03:00Comments on A Nomadic View: On Being FrightenedNomadhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03686282358562565742noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512716256533133364.post-76893566963888507642008-11-06T22:49:00.000+02:002008-11-06T22:49:00.000+02:00I enjoyed reading this post Nomad.I also believe o...I enjoyed reading this post Nomad.<BR/><BR/>I also believe our departed loved ones linger and visit.<BR/><BR/>Of all the grandchildren, my daughter was exceptionally close to my father. They had a strong bond. When my father was ill my daughter would visit him, hug him and they would both cry together, each knowing that their time together was fast diminishing. I would have to leave the room as it was too emotional for me.<BR/><BR/>After my father died, my daughter dreamt of her grand father several times but she explains that the event was more real than dreaming.<BR/><BR/>The first time, she saw herself in a place and my father was there dressed in white. He was no longer sick looking but healthy. My daughter kept on saying to him, "I though you had passed away". My dad said, "I have come to tell you not to worry and that I am fine and well." My daughter was crying in her sleep, woke up and continued to cry. As she was crying there was this cool breeze that kept brushing her face. The breeze was comforting. But then to her amazement, my daughter realized that her door was shut and so was the window. Although a bit frightened she understood it to be my father just passing a physical and spiritual message of comfort.<BR/><BR/>I totally agree with you that life is not the same when our loved ones have passed.Ardenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07691309037378080709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3512716256533133364.post-47617576020974970672008-11-06T07:46:00.000+02:002008-11-06T07:46:00.000+02:00This is emotionally very strong, and people who ha...This is emotionally very strong, and people who had lost someone very close would understand what you mean better but the one's who hadn't will have idea how it feels. <BR/><BR/>On my first year of my loss I would swear I felt someone was walking in my home, playing tricks to me. I was scared. And suddenly she vanished. Now I am not frightened, whenever she visits I feel better.<BR/><BR/>VladimirVladimirhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04194499922055415291noreply@blogger.com