Sometimes I See My Momma—Thursday, September 13, 2018

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Sometimes (lately) I see my Momma.  It always comes as shock.

At a time when I least expect to see her.

Sometimes it’s just her voice I hear, but it’s loud and clear…like the time I was getting ready to open one of the shed doors and she said, very strongly, like she was standing right next to me: “Linda, Be aware!  Pay Attention”!

It was so strong, so loud, so real, I even answered her—“Of what, Momma?”

As I turned toward her voice—of course, she wasn’t there.

Momma died in 2000.

Or I’m washing my face, or my hair and I look up into the mirror over the bathroom sink and I see Momma…right there her smiling face covering my face, then it fades.

It always startles me.  Then I think, it must be that  I am looking more and more like Momma.

Or I’m doing something, peeling potatoes, washing up the dishes, scrubbing the floors on my hands and knees as my arm and hand move back and forth I suddenly see Momma’s hand(s) as she did those things I am now doing.

It’s rather shocking because my hands have dented and bent knuckles…one caused by a hit from a basketball when I was in high school…Momma’s hand never had knuckles like mine.

Another time I was walking out to the hen house and I could have sworn I saw Momma coming down the long, long lane toward me. I almost ran toward her, then the strange apparition was gone.

Faded away. As if it had never been.

I can’t explain these visions or feelings, or things heard; they are like wind blowing through the treetops, the changing lights in the smiling sky…but last night as I lay down to sleep, I felt Momma kiss my forehead just like she used to do when I was a small child.

Thank you, Momma, I love you too!

From my world to your heart,

Linda

28 thoughts on “Sometimes I See My Momma—Thursday, September 13, 2018”

  1. Linda, your story touched my heart so deeply. I have been surrounded lately by things — stories, images — that make me believe in a world beyond this one. Your experiences are a potent reminder that life does not end with our last breath here. Thank you for sharing this.

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  2. Oh, thank you so much! I am glad to know other people have these feelings and are comfortable sharing them. I also hear from loved ones and sometimes I even feel a beloved pet or two hanging around. It is such a comfort knowing they are safe, happy and waiting for me.

    God Bless you.

    Katie

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  3. Memories are forever, or so it is said! You must have really good memories of your mom, and that’s wonderful!
    Sometimes I open my mouth and I HEAR my mom! Not in the same way that you do, (she’s still living) but I find myself sounding just like her…or doing something just like she would! My sisters and I chuckle about it sometimes, saying “I opened my mouth and my mother came out!”

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  9. You’re so blessed Linda. I wish that would happen with my dear mom who died in 2005. I believe our dear ones are very near to us, from the next life. Some of us are even blessed with a glimpse of them from time to time, like you. How thin the curtain is that separates us! Peace to you!

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  10. What a beautiful thought today. This time of year I really think of my mom a lot. Fall, harvest time was always busy and we’d garden and sew together a lot getting ready for school and fair, and winter, etc. She taught me everything.

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  13. Oh my Linda .. your post has made me teary. Gosh .. How I wish I could feel my Mum around me like this. She was so special, so lovely and I miss her. My hands are like yours too .. Mum’s were so delicate. Beautiful images dear Linda

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