My mom passed away on a Sunday morning. We went home after that to get ourselves together and headed for the funeral home. It was still very surreal. The fact that I witnessed her spirit leave her body when she died was pushed back into the recesses of my mind. We had business to take care of and that’s where I was focusing my energy.

That night as I laid in bed trying to sleep I kept seeing pink swirls of light dancing before my eyes. The same pink color I witnessed when she died, but these were bits of light. The room was pitch black. I questioned it for only a few seconds but I knew it was mom trying to tell me she was alright. I closed my eyes; I still saw the pink, delicate swirls of energetic light.

“I keep seeing these pink lights,” I said to my husband.

“Swirling lights that look like they are dancing. She is dancing in Heaven.”

It was oddly comforting to see that. And I wasn’t the only one she visited after her physical death. Many people told me of signs from her. And I later found out that two of her brothers were awakened to my mother saying goodbye. One of her brothers saw her shrouded in light the night after she died. He was also given a premonition of a subsequent death of another sister, which did come true six months later.

Her other brother heard her calling his name, telling him to wake up. This was at approximately the same time she died.

Children in our family have also seen and heard from my mother since she has passed. I believe children are much more sensitive to spiritual energy. That has been my experience.

One day, a few months after mom passed, my then nine-year-old daughter was
watching television at 4:30 in the afternoon and witnessed a bizarre event.

“Mom!” she said anxiously.

“What?” I asked impatiently, as I ran around getting everything ready to take the
kids to their games and practices.

“I just saw a light that looked like a person come down the stairs and go down the hall,” she said, quite calmly for what she said she just experienced, I
thought.

“Are you sure it wasn’t just me whizzing by you?” I laughed.

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m not kidding,” she said, quite serious now.

“I think it was
grandma.”

I could almost hear my mom say, “Slow down and spend time with the children.”
After that, I felt a warmth come over me. I relaxed a bit and sat down with the kids to talk to them about their school day. I think my mom came to tell us that
we need more of that quality family time.
One of our many last conversations mom and I had were about family, and how some of us don’t always get along for various reasons. But she was insistent that I remember above all else, love comes first. One of her mottos could have
been “Kill them with kindness (and love).” That’s just how she was.
And I know I am a better person because of it. Thank you, Mom!

I’ll keep watching for those signs.

Contact Paula at paulaparisot@gmail.com.