Grief: Is that a visit from a ghost?

I feel like I’ve gotten weird and I know some of you might think that my experiences are desperation by a grieving mom.  Maybe they are. But I don’t really know how to explain some of them especially this one.

So here goes.

I’m walking the dog on Wednesday around noon this week, and it’s like 80 degrees F and suddenly out of the blue I feel this very cold, concentrated breeze for lack of a better description. Probably more like a blast. And then it’s gone.

So I look around to see if I’m on a grate or near some kind of opening and I see some haze but then nothing. I walk on, passing it off as some weather phenomenon I am unaware of.

A half a block later, the quick blast is much colder and much more intense, I stop and look around again a little more determined to figure out where this is coming from. But it’s not like it came from somewhere really specific. And this time I don’t see any haze or a visual of any kind.

I definitely get a spooked, uncomfortable feeling. I walk on.

And then a half a block later, the same feeling. Only this time, I get the distinct feeling I am not alone. Yet I am other than the dog. I didn’t notice if he reacted I was so flustered.

At the third quick cold blast it hits me like a lightening bolt.  “Was that Charles’ ghost?” Am I that off in my head that I’m seeing ghosts now? Or is this just some deeper sense of awareness? Where did that cold blast come from?

I feel really, really weird posting this. I even contemplated keeping it to myself. But I’m too curious if any of you out there have had this experience and what you think it might mean.

This is even nuttier. But do you think he got my letter?


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AnneMoss Rogers

AnneMoss Rogers is a mental health and suicide education expert, mental health speaker, suicide prevention trainer and consultant. She is author of the Book, Diary of a Broken Mind and co-author of Emotionally Naked: A Teacher's Guide to Preventing Suicide and Recognizing Students at Risk with Kim O'Brien PhD, LICSW. She raised two boys, Richard and Charles, and lost her younger son, Charles to addiction and suicide on June 5, 2015. She is a motivational speaker who empowers by educating and provides life saving strategies and emotionally healthy coping skills. As talented and funny as Charles was, letting other people know they matter was his greatest gift. And now that's the legacy she carries forward in her son's memory. Mental Health Speakers Website.

5 thoughts on “Grief: Is that a visit from a ghost?”

  1. I wanted to respond to the “am I out of my mind’ post. I will share with you what I have only shared with a few close people in my life. My dad died in the month of May, and all of my siblings had a very hard time coping with his death. We had all gotten together for our annual family Thanksgiving, and it was a HORRIBLE day. We all smiled, and went through the rituals, but it felt like such a trial to get through the day. I cried in my car all the way home from Charlottesville to Richmond. My sisters and brother all commented on how hard it was, and if T-giving was hard, then how would we ever get through Xmas? On Xmas morning my sister Amy came to my house to help me load up the car with gifts and food, before we drove over to Lisa’s. As I was gathering up the gifts, we heard Big Ben chimes in my house, and I just stopped in my tracks.I was confused, because I don’t have a clock that chimes at all, let alone like the Big Ben clock tower in London. I looked at my sister Amy, and asked what was that? She had tears streaming down her face. Then the chimes rang out again, and I realized it was coming from the doorbell box mounted on the wall in my dining room. Only my doorbell only goes ‘ding-dong’. I went to the door anyway and opened it and of course no one was there. My sister Amy said, it’s Dad. I begged him for a sign, that he was alright, and I asked him to not be subtle, because I wouldn’t get it.” Then right after she said that, the chimes rang again. I laughed and cried, because I knew it was him. We got through Xmas day, and it was a joyous day for us, instead of the ordeal we had expected. I came home, and did not hear the chimes again….until the night of Father’s Day. I was sitting alone in my house watching a movie, when he made my doorbell chime like the Big Ben clock. I happened to be watching The Sixth Sense, so when it happened it scared the crap out of me. After I calmed down, I said to him that I was glad he visited, and to please not stop. That was 10 years ago, and he still comes by occasionally to ring the chimes. I just call out, ‘Hello Dad. I love you!” He will also ring the chimes when my siblings are here to visit, so all of them have heard it now.

  2. A lot of times I feel a sense of calm in the midst of a panic. My heart actually slows down at an odd time. I know that my mom is a heartbeat away…so I touch my chest to feel my heart beating and I am calmed. I believe that’s God’s medicine. I’m reminded that she’s in the smirks I make. She’s in the way I deliver a message to someone…the way I say it. And, when I love other people, I think because of how she thought me to love, that I am blessed by her. She gave me those gifts for me to move forward without her; hence, she never really left me here…alone.

  3. I have a friend that works with angels and has had many different experiences, some like you mentioned. She is a minister that helps spirits move on. Private message me on FB/ or email if you want to talk to her.

  4. We are never really alone. I have personally experienced a presence in five occasions from 4 different people that have passed. 1 saved my life and my family (grandfather), 2 times with my dad and 2 times with my mother in law. Each experience was unique. It’s a gift that I rarely speak of.

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