In the past year, a number of mystical events have occurred in my life that seem to be related to each other. People who had passed away made themselves felt in an unexpected way.
In April, I dreamed of an acquaintance who died at the beginning of the year. In a dream, we stood in a church, there was a calendar on the wall, a friend approached him and circled the date June 30. When I woke up, I was uncomfortable, but this date is remembered.
I saw the second dream in the middle of June. I dreamed that I was walking in the garden and felt that my front upper tooth ached. I touched him and he broke off. After waking up, I felt a toothache for another two minutes, despite the fact that I have good teeth and I had not been to the dentist for about ten years - there was no need.
I knew that the loss of teeth in a dream was the death of loved ones. My mother, Galina Mikhailovna, at that time was struggling with cancer. She has always been distinguished by optimism and love of life. Four days after my second sleep, my mother died, and on June 30, her funeral took place.
As soon as we recovered from the loss, on November 5 we received a call from Sakhalin and told the terrible news - Roman, my husband's brother, died in an accident. He was only 26 years old.
About a week before that, my husband Sergei had a strange dream: a wrecked car, in the back seat on the left, a kid died, and Roma was standing next to him alive …
On that fateful evening, Roma was driving home with friends, he was sitting in the passenger seat next to the driver, everyone was tipsy. When there was very little left to get home, they called him and offered to come to the club. Roma planned to go home, change clothes and call a taxi.
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The guys with whom he was traveling offered to give him a lift to the club. When Roma got ready and left the house, everyone in the car changed places, Roma had to sit in the back seat on the left. It turns out that he switched places with that guy from my husband's dream.
It was not destined to get to the club - the young driver lost control, the car flew into the post at high speed. Roman died on the spot, two girls were injured, the rest of the guys got off with fright.
We went to the funeral. Another event happened that day. Alina, my husband's five-year-old niece, drew mom, dad, herself, Sergei and me - ordinary people, and Roma in the form of an angel. At the commemoration, she said that she saw Roma: when the mirrors were curtained, he stood next to his grandmother. But when the mirrors were curtained, Alina was in the kindergarten, she was not taken to the funeral.
A little later, Sergey and I decided to sell the land plot in order to improve the shaky financial situation. Visiting the cemetery, I mentally talked to my mother, asked to help us with the sale. And soon we were offered an exchange of land for a good SUV.
We signed the exchange documents on the fortieth day after Roma's death, and at that time the phone rang at the new owner of our site and Romina's favorite song started playing!
When the deal was completed and we got into our new car, a message came to my phone from an unknown number …
They sent me an unsigned photo: my mother with her two friends is sitting at a set table, with champagne, flowers and smiling! During her lifetime, my mother really wanted us to have such a large and tall car.
Coincidences? Or does our deceased relatives let us know about themselves? We cannot see them, but we can feel them. They are now our angels.