I never believed in anything like this. However.....
Last Spring, I was working to get a quilt finished late one night in the living room where my Mom's ashes are kept. (she died in June 2002)
I was exhausted and I was doing some hand sewing on the binding on the quilt. When I thought I was too tired to go on, I felt a warmth from behind me and as I watched my fingers working, they turned into my Mom's hands, with her soft skin and well kept fingernails. Those fingers helped me finish that quilt. I could feel her and smell her scent that she used. I started to freak out, but something calmed me. No voices, just the warmth of Mom holding me and helping me like she did when she first taught me to sew.
Last Spring, I was working to get a quilt finished late one night in the living room where my Mom's ashes are kept. (she died in June 2002)
I was exhausted and I was doing some hand sewing on the binding on the quilt. When I thought I was too tired to go on, I felt a warmth from behind me and as I watched my fingers working, they turned into my Mom's hands, with her soft skin and well kept fingernails. Those fingers helped me finish that quilt. I could feel her and smell her scent that she used. I started to freak out, but something calmed me. No voices, just the warmth of Mom holding me and helping me like she did when she first taught me to sew.