The people in my family are maybe a little psychic. Mom generally knew when I was sick, even when I was far away. At the moment my father died, I felt an odd jolt, even though I was about 250 miles away. Partner and I also share a psychic link; it mostly involves food, however. I suggested pancakes for breakfast, and he gaped at me: “Oh my god!” he said. “I was just thinking of that!”
If only we could make money with this.
Here’s another odd thing: birds come to our house when people die.
A few days after Dad died in 1976, at the old Venersborg house, there was a bird at my window. It was banging its head against my bedroom window like mad, trying to get my attention. I mentioned it to Mom and she looked somber. “I know,” she said. “It’s been at every window in the house. It’s as if it’s trying to get in.”
Fast-forward to late November 1999, when Mom died, all the way over on the West Coast. A cardinal was pecking at my apartment windows for almost a week after that happened.
I don’t know where this comes from, but I’ve heard and read other references to it. Birds just seem to be attracted to houses in which there’s been a death, one way or another. They’re not attracted to the deceased, mind you; they’re attracted to the bereaved.
Strange.
I remember a reference to this kind of thing on a TV show some years ago, but I don’t remember the show, so I can’t look it up. I tried a Google search, and found things like this. It’s not unknown; it’s butterflies, and animals in general. This website makes it clear that the deceased is trying to communicate with the living through animals.
I want to believe this, but I think this is wishful thinking. I have no trouble believing that birds might sense some kind of disturbance in the house, but I don’t think the dead are guiding them.
But if only. It would be lovely to see some of my departed relatives and friends again.
But I don’t think I ever will.
Ah. This whole death thing sucks.
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