Visits From Heaven. Josie Varga
her last trip to Mary Jo's, she fell down going into the house. My sister and I had to take her home and bring her upstairs into her bedroom; she never left home or came back down from her bedroom again. This was a very sad time for us; it's hard to see someone who was so full of life and spunk not able to do the things she had always loved to do. She would, at times, put on her makeup and say she was going to see the kids, but she just couldn't do it anymore.
The week that my mother died, I had experiences that were just unbelievable as she was communicating with my father and brother Joey who had already passed. One day my mother looked at me and told me that my brother Joey was in the room with us. She said, “Oh, I wish that you could see this beautiful male angel all dressed in white. I'm afraid if you turn your head too fast, he will leave; he is so beautiful.”
She went on as if she were having a conversation with this angel. “Did you hear what he just told me?” she asked. Then without waiting for an answer she continued, “I told him to please put me down because I was going to make him fall and he told me, ‘Mom, I won't let you fall. You are as light as these feathers on my back.'” I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She then looked at me and said, “Toni, it's Joey; I always knew he was an angel.” (My brother passed away when he was just twelve years old.) You could actually feel the energy in the bedroom that day.
Later that day as I continued to sit there, I felt a cool breeze brush up against my cheek. I just knew that it was my beloved father. My mother confirmed this, “Toni, your father just kissed you on the cheek and told me to tell you that he never forgot how you took care of him.” I was totally amazed because these were the same words my father had said to me just minutes before he died some twenty years earlier. My father and I were alone in the room when he told me he would never forget how I took care of him and that he would love me forever.
This was a validation of what I already knew. We do not lose our loved ones. This was an experience that I will never forget—a very special memory that I will cherish and carry in my heart for the rest of my life. I am so very happy to have been there with my best friend, my very loving mother. I'll love you and miss you forever, Mom.
I firmly believe that all of the signs my mother and I experienced were due in large part to the power of prayer. I have a strong devotion to Jesus, and I would say the chaplet daily. One day, I was astounded by what happened to my rosaries. After much prayer using these rosaries, the cross turned gold. It was just another beautiful sign from above.
Summersnow Wilson
Arkansas
My beautiful daughter Misty Angel died at the tender age of just fifteen. I have since received many signs from my daughter. In fact, I believe my first sign was a couple days before her funeral. I was sitting at my desk trying to write something to be read at her funeral when I clearly felt someone touch my hair. Angel always used to look over my shoulders and touch my hair when she was on this earth. I turned around not able to see her, but I could feel her presence.
One day I did without a $5.00 lunch because I felt it was money I could put toward paying for her headstone. I left the house for a while, and when I came back, Angel's bedroom door, which had been closed, was open. Lying directly in front of her door was a $5.00 bill which had not there before I left the house. And since I lived alone at that time, no one else could have put it there. I took the hint, thanked my daughter, and went out to get myself that lunch.
Angel always used to cuddle next to me in bed. Since her passing, I've felt her cuddle next to me, especially when I've had a bad day.
I had a long-time boyfriend that I never wanted to marry due to my previous bad marriage. He was understanding and just accepted the fact that I was self-supportive and had no plans to get married again. But, after my daughter's death, I began to change my mind. One evening, I spoke to Angel in what I call a sort of spirit telepathy and asked her to somehow lead my boyfriend to want to marry me. The very next day, he asked me to marry him.
On the anniversary date of my daughter's death, several of her friends gathered with me in her memory. We were packing up to go to lunch when I walked out to the road to pick up some of my equipment. Suddenly, I heard Angel's voice, and I looked up noticing that a vehicle was headed straight toward me. At that moment, I felt Angel in front of me holding me in my spot when another car appeared suddenly out of the blue. It diverted the vehicle that was coming right at me and pushed it to the other side of the road.
The vehicle ended up going through some trees and flipping over. I watched in horror as it eventually came to rest upside down three houses away from me on the same side of the road. By this time several of the others, who had joined us for the day, ran to help the driver. The man was drunk and got out of the vehicle without a scratch. When I finally made my way over to him, he looked at me and said, “Where is your little girl?” I was confused and asked, “What do you mean?” He replied, “The little girl that was standing in front of you, where is she?”
I couldn't bring myself to respond so I just turned around and walked away. Afterward, we all proceeded to go to lunch. My daughter's best friend and I talked about what happened, and both of us just started crying. I had no doubt that my daughter had been there protecting me by bringing that other car to divert the one which was in my path.
Angel always seems to find a way to get her messages to me. On my way to work before the Christmas season, I was dreading the holidays and the fact that Angel's birthday was approaching. I spoke to her in the spirit saying, “Angel, please show Mommy somehow that I'm supposed to be here continuing this fight. Please show me a sign because Mommy is tired and doesn't know how to make it through your birthday and the holiday season without you.”
Shortly after I got to work, a lady came up to my desk and handed me a flyer. I looked down at it and read something about Christmas on the Square on December 1st at 5:00 p.m. December 1st is Angel's birthday and 5:00 p.m. is the exact time she was born. According to the flyer, the town was celebrating the start of the holiday season with a parade and carnival (her favorite activity). I couldn't have asked for a better sign.
Many months later, I happened to read about another bereaved mom named Ruby who claimed to be in regular contact with her son. I emailed her and inquired whether she could ask her son to make sure someone was watching over Angel in heaven. I also asked her why my daughter did not speak with me the way her son seemed to speak to her. Below is her response. Keep in mind that this woman knew nothing about me or my daughter. Ruby had never been to my house. I never told her how my daughter died and that I had found her on the floor in her bedroom. There is also no way she could have known that I had since remarried and that the kitchen is one of the rooms where I miss my daughter the most.
Here's what she wrote:
Last night during our before bedtime chat, my son invited your Misty Angel to join us. It seems that Ben had been looking over my shoulder and read your e-mail. At first, she was very quiet and gradually told me that she watches over you, especially when you're in the kitchen. She said to tell you that her time had been decided before the earth was created.
She completed her purpose for coming and you are to know that's the reason God chose you as her mother. She says to tell you that she's no longer fifteen and that she is growing up but will not grow old so you needn't worry. When you get there, she'll still be your same little girl, only in adult form. Also, she now loves her stepdad and is happy he's in your life. She doesn't want you to be lonely or sorrowful. Ben says your daughter smiles and laughs a lot, and Angel says that's how she wants you to remember her, not in the bedroom.
She couldn't stay to say goodbye because you couldn't have let her go and she had to leave as Jesus,