Since my mother passed away, I’ve been wondering how much I should write about her death. It is appropriate for someone to discuss such a personal event in a blog? This question especially comes up when I have some pictures. Yet, I think exploring the possibility of existence after death is something important for everyone.
My mom had her favorite place to sit at home. It was a comfortable couch in my parent’s living room. She would sit in the same spot listening to the radio or watching television. When I stopped by to visit, I often saw mom sitting on her couch. When she got ill, she spent most of her time on the couch, even napping on it. Finally, my mom could not get up off the couch without help. When my dad could not help her anymore he had her taken to the hospital. After a short time in the hospital, she died of her cancer.
As the days went by I tried to spend as much time as I could with my dad to comfort him. One such time I brought my camera with me. I thought to myself…could mom still be around watching over us? Both mom and dad knew about my blog devoted to alternative spirituality and the paranormal. Mom would ask about my blog. She did not know much about computers and the idea of a blog didn’t make much sense to her, but she was interested. I thought maybe mom wouldn’t mind if I tried to get a picture of her, if she chose to visit home after her death.
I took some pictures around the house, mostly at the places she spent most of her time. To my amazement, I caught images of orbs around her favorite couch (picture above). Now, in themselves orbs don’t prove anything as there are many natural explanations for them. But sometimes it seems as if orbs can be a manifestation of an invisible energy. The merit of such photography depends on the context. Capturing these orbs where my mother used to sit sent a chill up my spine.
My brother entered the room, and I took his picture. Then I asked mom, if she were around, to give my brother a hug. I took another picture and now it had an orb right beside him. I immediately showed the image to my brother, who normally scoffed at such nonsense, and even he was taken aback by that. Here is that picture.
Was my mom still at home, watching over us, before her decision to depart the world forever? Her family and home were her life, and if she did linger, home would have been the place. Not long afterwards, my father had a personal experience. While he was in the basement working on his PC (and wide awake), he saw a moving column of bright light accompanied by a powerful scent of lavender and flowers. The scent reminded him of the perfume my mom wore as a young lady. He was a skeptic before, but not so much now. I don’t know if these pictures really mean anything, but I like the idea they might.
As I post this today, it has been one month since my mom died. Below is a picture of mom on her couch during happier times. I miss her.