When my husband passed on, I felt his presences in the house.
Then, occasionally, weird, unexplained, stuff would happen. The strangest one was when his hat, which was sitting on a shelf, fell onto the carpet. I looked for a logical reason for this to happen. There wasn't any. The windows were all closed. No breeze blowing thru the house. TV was off, so nothing was vibrating the shelf. I was coming out of the kitchen at the time, so I did not brush against to move it. Some may say I'm crazy or reaching, but it had to be him.

Oh how I wish I could have an experience like you had, I would find it so comforting. I need some reminder of his presence and to feel him with me again. So far not feeling his presence much. When I think I do, I seem to convince myself I am manufacturing it because I want it so badly. I am sure your experience was indeed your Catie coming through your niece to you. Treasure those times.

The presence of our love ones are subtle and can easily be rationalized away instead of finding comfort in their presence. I know in my heart my husband is nearby when ever I need him and I accept that and the comfort it brings. Sharon

This may sound silly but yesterday i was changing shoes in the bedroom something on the floor caught my eye ( his side of the bed) another cigar wrapper. I keep finding them in nooks and crannies all over the house.I certainly didnt drop them.

20 months. I no longer feel his presence anymore. I went to the cemetery today, realized I haven't been since July...ouch...I had put chimes on plant hangers there. His wasn't chiming, but everyone else's was. His flowers were gone. I felt like he was alone. The kids have only been once each. I felt so sad for him. No one visited him in life, and don't in death. Its almost like he never existed. Including me...I have been trying to heal me...

I'm sure it was your Catie sending her love through her niece.

I would find pens in weird places (one in the grassy field close to the lake where we scattered his ashes). Kitchen lights flickered off and on that whole summer. Radio turned on in the middle of the night. Picture crashed to the floor once sending me flying out of bed and downstairs shivering and shaking with fear. No reason for it to fall off the wall.

Oh yes, they're around.

For the longest time I did not feel his presence nor have any signs. I was jealous of all those who been contacted by their loved ones. Then last November on his birthday, a very cold and snowy day, a big wasp, no I mean huge wasp came flying at me out of nowhere and chased me around the house. As I dislike wasps intently I naturally was screaming and swatting madly at it and suddenly I knew it was Don. He always had a strange sense of humor and loved to startle me to see me jump and scream. I started to cry and just as mysteriously as it had appeared the wasp disappeared. The other thing is ...buzzards...Yup, buzzards. He used to tell me they were sizing me up for their next meal. It was our anniversary and I saw something go past the big picture window. I wondered what it was and as I moved to the window to look out a buzzard flew past and turned its head and was looking in at me. I was so shocked I stood rooted to the spot and do you know that buzzard did a fly by 3 more times! I knew as sure as anyone could be that it was Don. I realized there had probably been other signs but I was looking for things like a butterfly or a penny with significant year on it. Something mild and sweet. I did finally get my signs, not sweet and tender signs but I got them alright. So now if something funny or startling or even a little alarming happens I stop and wonder if it is Don still having a joke with me.

I have less signs now. The last noticeable one was a drawer keep opened up. It was tight and won't slide out by itself, so I did a test. I closed it and my girls and I all went away for a few days so no one would be around to play tricks on me so to speak. When we returned, the drawer opened again. It had not happen ever since. I do noticed when I am sad, the song "I love you a thousand years" seemed to come on the radio while I was driving, at various times. I have humming birds stop flying and perching nearby seemed to be looking at me.

I believe our loved ones linger until they feel we will be ok (even if we don't feel ok). I had several experiences in the weeks after my husband passed. I strongly believe in spiritual presence so I sought out a medium. I know, I know their fake right? She told me things she could have NEVER known.
She knew only my first name and my cell number (registered under my sister 50 miles away), she told me three people wanted to reach me, which of the three did I wanted to contact. I replied the younger male (didn't say my husband- gave no information)
These are the thing she told me:
- exactly how he died (only 6 family members knew this)
- I made ash vials for my girls and I thought of taking them that day
- I talked to him when I was alone in the house
- the pennies we kept finding
- I had a grocery list he wrote still on the frig
- my daughters releases balloons with letters to him on his birthday

After my reading, I haven't felt him near me. He told me to "just let it go". :) But we still find pennies in unusual places, my daughters love that.

My husband passed in his sleep next to me. At some point in the night he was standing beside me touching my earrings asking me why I had went to bed with them on. I was annoyed & tired & replied why does it matter let me sleep he hugged me & I saw a stairwell with my Grandfather sitting at the top.My earrings were little hearts' I awoke in the morning to an alarm that should not have been set & a string almost violent shove from our cat who led me over to my husband's side of the bed. I was too traumatized by activities that followed but began to recall my dream when talking to our children later. Of course I worry & wonder if I had woke up when he was talking could I have revived him.. For days following his passing my daughter fealt him in the house. I fealt only severe raw grief. One evening I was angry & heard stomping in the attc he didn't like when I got upset. Another night I let the cat go in a cubby hole my husband didn't allow him in, as I laid on the bed I heard the door to the cubby slam & the cat came flying in my room looking quite upset. There are times I sense him not near as often as I wish.But we had lost so many loved ones I know he would want me to know he is okay and after weeks of wishing I did get a good "sign" from him in a dream