October 03, 2007
Editor's note: This is another in an ongoing series submitted by staff writer Paula Parisot. Parisot shares the remarkable experiences she had at her mother's side as her mom lost a battle with breast cancer. The entire series is available on the Tri-City Times Web site archives for Aug. 1, 15, and 22 and Sept. 12. Log onto
www.tricitytimes-online.com to read the series.
All three of my children have seen or heard what they believe was my mother, who passed away last January. Not only has it been my children but my cousin's four-year-old as well.
The youngster had only met my mother twice in his life, when he was barely able to speak, but after her death he would tell his mother that Aunt Doris (my mom) was there with them. My cousin, Sherrey, is really taken aback; she can't understand why he keeps saying this at random times. She calls me to talk about it.
"She is probably there," I say. "You just can't see her—children are much more sensitive to this, I guess."
That has been my experience. My youngest daughter, 4 at the time, had told me that my mom would visit her at night and at one time told us all that she was sitting at the dinner table with us.
These are not random events. They don't happen during conversations about my mom, so why do these children bring it up? Do they really see her? I can't say for sure, but it definitely raises eyebrows around our house.
Blair Underwood, the actor, wrote a book called 'Before I Got Here: The Wondrous Things We Hear When We Listen to the Souls of Our Children.' It's full of stories about how children have seen and heard things beyond our belief, made predictions and chatted about visits they have had with those who have passed.
Just the other day, my 9-year-old daughter was watching television at 4:30 in the afternoon and witnessed a bizarre event.
"Mom!" she says anxiously.
"What?" I ask impatiently, as I am running around getting everything ready to take the kids to their sports games and practices.
"I just saw a light that looked like a person come down the stairs and go down the hall," she says, quite calmly for what she says she just experienced, I thought.
"Are you sure it wasn't just me whizzing by you?" I laugh.
"Yes, I'm sure. I'm not kidding," she says, quite serious now. "I think it was grandma."
I believe her, she has not seen nor heard anything regarding my mother since she had passed. In fact, she was a bit upset by the fact that my youngest daughter had said she would come into their room at night. But now here she was, blatantly telling me that she believed my mother's spirit was walking around our house.
I could almost hear my mom say, "Slow down and spend time with the children."
After that, I feel a warmth come over me. I relax a bit and sit down with the kids to talk to them about their school day. I think my mom came to tell us that we need more of that quality family time.
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