a friend's post reminded me of something...

[kassidy62]

Laura's post about her dad reminded me of something - she was talking about her dad (hi, Laura:) My older brother was 38 when he died. He knew he was going to die. He was mentally ill, but no one brushed him off on this that I know of. He signed his motorcycle title to Dad and told his friends and everyone he was going to die. He thought it would be in an accident, though, so he stopped going anywhere in cars, mostly. He was right - just not about how. He died walking down the street. Just veered and fell over in someone's yard and died there. His friend came to me at the viewing (I know, barbaric, but it seems to be DONE a lot around here) and told me how he knew, and I just looked at my brother's face which so clearly was no longer my brother and knew he was finally feeling some peace. He'd pretty much told everyone.

When I wanted to try and get pregnant with my second child? Score in one. I told my husband, I'm pregnant that very same night and he indulged me, but clearly didn't believe me. But I was right.

Also, once in New Jersey, I was on the highway behind a truck. I kept dropping back. I did NOT want to be close to that truck. And then it caught on fire, came up from the undercarriage. I have no idea if I'd picked up a clue somehow, you know, like maybe how it was running rough or something?

Anybody else have things like this happen? Because I'm clearly Super Psychic;)

Comments

[lauramcewan.livejournal.com]

Hi, Kass. :)

I was sure I was pregnant with my oldest! And I was! Past midnight, April 19, 1995. Which is weird, because that's the day of the OKC bombing.

We also, on our honeymoon, were traveling behind a semi-rig when we BOTH got very uncomfortable and he dropped back and changed lanes, and BOOM! One of their tires blew.

[kassidy62.livejournal.com]

that sounds a lot like me knowing about my child and the truck on the ighway. What's really interesting is that you BOTH were uncomfortable about the semi - which makes me wonder the same as what I wondered about myself, like if there was some physical cues you saw but weren't really conscious of? But there's so many things we get feelings about that can't be explained away (which I love to think about).

[lauramcewan.livejournal.com]

Yeah, there sure could have been. What was weird was that we didn't talk about it - he moved over and then the tire blew and I said, "I was so happy when you moved over! I didn't like being there AT ALL" and he said, "Me either, I just thought I'd better move and BAM".

I love to think about them, too. I like to think they're suggestions from family who've passed - or angels, if you will - that intuition that one should listen to. :)

[kassidy62.livejournal.com]

you might think I'm strange, but my Dad in particular seems to be very close in my thoughts even though he's been gone a few years. It almost feels like he still hears me.

But Dad was a very strong personality, rough as a cobb (one of the first things he told a neighbor just moving in was something on the order of, "Your car is a piece of sh*t" - he was a mechanic and truly thought their car was worthless;) and he loved me an awful lot.

Definitely agree with you that those intuitions should be listened to (though maybe not the ones that can sometimes come because of your own fears rather than *listening* - if that makes sense). They're gifts, I think.

[lolabobs.livejournal.com]

I don't know if it's the same thing, but I remember when my friend was fighting her cancer, we'd all been optimistic and working alongside the medical profesionals etc. She was in remission and her hair was coming back in, and then one night, I was just talking to her and suddenly knew she was going to die. There was no development or significant event, no decline in her health or demeanour or anything. In fact everything was the most positive it had been.But I suddenly just knew. That knowledge never left me and We lost her 5 months later.

[kassidy62.livejournal.com]

yeah, I think it's the same thing. Especially since she was in remission when you felt that way, and there were no cues but you just knew.

Once my mother was gravely ill and it was uncertain if she'd make it, and I knew she was going to get better. But I think I knew because there was something about her, the way she looked or *something* that told me she was already better, maybe her color or something like that, though the doctors and tests hadn't yet come back with a better prognosis, you know?

How was vacation???