Just a stories to share
It was about two months before my daughter died. I was just sitting up in bed thinking before I started my day. I heard her voice in my head as plain as if she waas actually there talking to me. She told me that she was dying of a drug overdose, she loved me and was truly sorry for all the things that she has put me through, I told her I loved her too and please don't die, I want you to live....she said good bye...I was in shock and keep repeating don't die please don't die, while I was repeating that another voice came into my head I percieve as Jesus's voice. He told me not to worry that he would help me get through this, then the voices stopped. At first I wasn't going to tell anyone because I thought people would think I was just crazy then that night I decided to tell Peter, I have been praying to God for two years to keep her safe so at that point I didn't know what to make of it, just put in the back of my mind.The day Khristy actually died Peter and I was in Dublin we went there for the St Patick's Day parade, since his mother, sisters and aunt's all live there we stayed with family while there. The last day we were there was on Sunday and Peter's mom was asking how my kids were, and when it came to talking about Khristy I had this sad feeling come over me telling her about the drug use and saying I am jsut waiting for that call saying she is dead. At that time I started crying.... On the police report and autopsy stated time of death 10 30 am in the USA. We here are 5 hours ahead of the USA in time, when I realized it was 4 30 pm when that sad feeling came over me and I was talking about Khristy was the same time as her death. That week I think it was on Monday when my sister went to work. She told me as she was sitting in her car taking her last sip of coffee she looked up in the sky and saaw what described as smoke but it was in circles and it formed a shape of a angel. A voice(that she said was Khristy's) told her to tell everybody that she was alright and not to worry. At that time I didn't have any idea of what I was going to do as far as funeral arraingements. So when we was at the cemetery before hand I decided to get 33 balloons to let up in the air after everybody that wanted to write something on them. While they were going up in the air my sister saw this same shape that she had seen in the car while she was sitting before going into work. She took a picture. I do have a copy of it and if I can find some way to get it scanned and posted on this site I will.Thats the end of my stories, I think anyway. Sometimes now when I am alone I get this warm feeling like Khristy is giving me a hug... When she hugged you, you really felt hugged. I don't get it as often as I use to, but loved that feeling and wished I could hold on to it forever.
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