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TheSaltyPeanut

FB oddness had me thinking...

My aunt threw my uncle a surprise 40th birthday party.  It was HUGE.  Relatives from Florida all came up, everyone made a vacation out of it. My family was in our kitchen with my out of town relatives waiting to leave to the bar and grill where the party was supposed to be.

My dad received a phone call from someone who said, "Billy, I think I'm having a heart attack."  My dad thought it was his mom (she is the only one who called him Billy).  At that time, his mom came into out house. 

My dad rushed to my uncle's house and he was laying on the floor.  Dad tried everything, paramedics came and he was pronounced dead.  Within a few hours, we were at the hospital and our entire family got to say goodbye to him.  The smell in the room was overwhelming, smelling like "Irish Spring" soap.  (TMI maybe, but dad found uncle naked in bathroom, coming out of the shower).  He obviously used the soap.

4 days later, we were getting ready for the funeral and our ENTIRE upstairs smelled like Irish Spring soap.  My dad searched the entire house thinking someone had it.  No one did, there was only 4 of us in the house the entire day.

I still get goosebumps whenever I spell Irish Spring.

Anyone else have anything creepy like that happen to them?

danieliza1127

Weird, that is really creepy!  And a very sad story.  I wonder if he had called 911 instead of your dad, there would have been a different result? 

FutureMrsTR

My grandmother and her sister had a ritual of ringing the other's phone twice when they got home from visiting each other.  Her sister passed many years ago and the day after the funeral, my grandmother's phone rang twice and then stopped and she's convinced it was her sister.

TheSaltyPeanut

My dad thinks about that ALL THE TIME.  He wonders why he called him and not 911.

From what we know, it was such a massive heart attack, he was gone right away, meaning there was nothing anyone could have done.  (Try telling Dad that...)  Yeah, he was only 40, in GREAT shape, kids, wife, dog, etc.  The only bad habit, which I do think may have contributed, is that he drank 4-5 redbulls a DAY.

Another sidenote - As morbid as it sounds, after we left the hospital, we all went to the bar and grill.  My aunt had spent hundreds on food and out of towners kept coming up.  Someone would tell them what happened when they walked in the door and the response would be, "YEAH RIGHT!!!  GOOD ONE!!!  HAHA!!!"

So weird, but it was nice to be able to be with the entire family in a facility that was big enough to hold everyone.

mandapanda78

My dad passed away a few years before I had a very very stupid moment and decided to drive home from a bar drunk. I made it home, ecstatic that I didn't hurt myself/anyone else and I was doing a happy dance when my cell phone rang. The number came up "unavailable" but I answered it anyway and it was just empty air- no one there. I had the sudden and overwhelming feeling it was my dad saying "if you ever try that shiit again I'm coming down there to kick your ass."  Needless to say, never drove drunk again.

danieliza1127

These stories give me the chills.

JK10910

When I was 6, my Grandma (my mom's mom) died.  I was still a little young to understand death, and it was the first death in the family.  I was asking a lot of questions, and one of the questions I asked my parents was how long it would take for her to get to heaven.  For some reason, my  mom said "3 days."  And I asked if that was so that she had time to get her stuff and say good bye to everyone.  My mom completely broke down and hugged me and kept telling me she loved me.  I didn't understand it at the time, I thought she was being weird (but I'm tearing up as I type this). 

Exactly 3 nights after her death, my mom and I both had a dream that we were talking to my Grandma.  In my dream, she told me not to be sad and that she fine and to take care of my mom.  We never even realized it until years later when it somehow got brought up--I didn't want to say anything to my mom and make her cry again at the time, but I knew it was her way of telling me she got to "Heaven" and she was ok.

mandapanda78

Oh holy tear-jerker, JK! A few times after he died I had dreams where my dad  would call me and we'd talk on the phone. He doesn't call anymore and I kind of miss it. 

danieliza1127

Good lord you guys, you're going to make me cry!

JK10910

Sorry Dani

danieliza1127

Oh don't be sorry, that's a really sweet and sad story!

JK10910

Manda, maybe it was his way of helping you cope, and now he knows you don't "need" him anymore.   I'll trust you to know what I mean, because it sounds...not quite the way it did it my head.

mandapanda78

I do know what you mean! And yeah, that makes sense. I just really wanted him to know that I thought it sucked that I got married w/o him there and a "phone call" would have been nice. You know, the guy goes and dies and then he can't even CALL? Sheesh, some people. 

JK10910

On your pretty princess day!  How selfish!

mandapanda78

Exactly! It's MY day and he should be ALIVE! I specifically stated so on the invitation, right under where I told him what to wear.

squirrly

I've had a couple of friends who have lost someone (brother, ex-bf, hs friend, etc.) to suicide.  They've all talked about having dreams where they talk to them.

My grandfather passed away this year, and the drive to his funeral was AWFUL.  Horrendus, pouring rain - seriously, worse than any monsoon I've ever seen photos of.  I might as well have driven through a class 4 hurricane, minus the wind.  (Hour drive took 3).  One year to the day later will be our wedding.  I think my grandad was getting all the rain out of the way for us.

The day of our e-pics, it was supposed to rain.  We watched it rain 25 yards away, but it never rained on us.  Part of me thinks that was him.

TheSaltyPeanut

hahaha

mandapanda78

That's awesome squirrly. I really don't know what I believe religion wise, but I believe in something. And I certainly do think that people we love watch out for us when they can.