How about a Believe it or Not stories!!

[goofywife]

My dad had been in the hospital for a few days. I was visiting him on Wednesday He said the angels were with him and he was going home on Monday. I said yeah Dad your going home. He no I really mean it, I am going home on Monday.

Since, we promised him he would not die in the hospital we brought him hom on Saturday. On Monday he went home to the lord, just like he said.

[Lissa]

Mum can correct me if I'm wrong, but if I am that means they lied to me

When I was born my folks were expecting a boy, so when I came out a girl they didn't have a name ready. My dad went home for the night and Mum and I were in the hospital(she had a C-section, I was cross-legged and breach so they didn't have a choice). My mum thought it over and decided she thought Melissa was a neat name and was gonna tell my dad when he got there the next morning. Well when he got there, before Mum said anything, he said that he thought Melissa would be a good name. So they came up with the same name independently.

[blowry]

Originally Posted by goofywife

My dad had been in the hospital for a few days. I was visiting him on Wednesday He said the angels were with him and he was going home on Monday. I said yeah Dad your going home. He no I really mean it, I am going home on Monday.

Since, we promised him he would not die in the hospital we brought him hom on Saturday. On Monday he went home to the lord, just like he said.

I am so sorry to hear of your dad's passing. Sounds like he saw a better place to be. I do believe that when we die we see our loved ones that have passed, God and angles. Almost like the are there to gently take our hands and lead us to a better place. When My grandmother died (several years ago) she saw her brothers (passed on) looking at her through the window. She also saw my cousin (that had passed 3 years before) in the corner of the bedroom.) A big smile came onto my grams face. We knew she was going to a better place....with no pain.

My grandfather was like a Dad to me. He passed in 2001, but the night before he passed, he reached his hands up into the air and and said, "Hi Dorothy, I'm ready, let's go home."

Everyone puzzled over who Dorothy was for a long time. No one wanted to ask my grandmother because they were scared Dorothy was an old flame or something. Finally, someone mentioned it to her... her reply?

Dorothy was his 2 year old sister who died a few months before he was born. He had never met her, but he grew up knowing that his big sister Dorothy was watching over him. And he finally got to meet her that day.

[judy]

My mother always told me that I was born with a caul, which was considered good luck. Sue sold it to a sailor because the belief was that they would never drown at sea if they had a caul.

(I just looked it up: In medieval times the appearance of a caul on a newborn baby was seen as a sign of good luck. It was considered an omen that the child was destined for greatness. Gathering the caul onto paper was considered an important tradition of childbirth: the midwife would rub a sheet of paper across the baby's head and face, pressing the material of the caul onto the paper. The caul would then be presented to the mother, to be kept as an heirloom.

Over the course of European history, a popular legend developed suggesting that possession of a baby's caul would give its bearer good luck and protect that person from death by drowning. Cauls were therefore highly prized by sailors. Medieval women often sold these cauls to sailors for large sums of money; a caul was regarded as a valuable talisman.)