Ryan

I received this beautiful story from Jennifer about the ways her brother has communicated with her.  I love to hear these types of stories and no that some one needs to hear this story so they too can understand how their loved ones are trying to communicate with them.  Thank you so much Jennifer for sharing your story.

Ryan

My brother Ryan died in a car accident in September 2013. He was only 29 years old, and left behind a wife and two little daughters. We were all devastated, but he has shown us in little ways that he is still with us.

Ryan always loved dogs and wanted a husky. His wife did not like dogs and told him they would never have one. Personally, I think she may have relented at some point. But nevertheless, whenever I see a husky, I think of Ryan. The week after he died, I took my kids to their school which is located in a business complex. After my kids went inside, I saw some people getting out of their car with a husky! It would be unusual to see any kind of dog in this area, because it is just offices and such. But for the dog to actually be a husky was amazing. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I just watched them for awhile, and then I drove home, thankful for this miracle.

About 8 months later, all of Ryan’s family met at the cemetery in honor of what would have been Ryan’s 30^th birthday. Afterwards, we had a picnic at a park. I only noticed one person walking dogs while we were there. And you guessed it, they were huskies. Ryan was letting us know he was there with us.

Another thing that happened was that the week after we got home from Ryan’s funeral, I was driving through a shopping center, I saw a big truck that said “Ryan Mechanical Co. - Plumbing Services.” As soon as I passed it I realized that it was Ryan saying hi to me. I wished I had taken a picture. The very next day, I was at my kids’ school which is 30 minutes away in another city, and a big truck was parked out front. It was “Ryan Mechanical Co.” again! I was so distracted by the truck the whole time I was there because I couldn’t believe the coincidence. But of course it wasn’t a coincidence. I think Ryan just wanted me to know he was there. In the year and a half since then, I have never seen another one of those trucks.

I am so grateful for the little indicators that our deceased loved ones are still aware of us and still with us.

Toddler

Painting done by Brian Kershisnik

Taught by a Toddler

I had always heard that one could learn many things from children, but not until we had a very precious experience with one of our own did I realize how true this could be.


When our first child, Alan, was just past two, his great-aunt Lida passed away. I had been worrying about how I was going to tell Alan about death. My husband and I had taken him to see Lida once or twice a week, so there had to be some explanation for the termination of our visits.


Mustering all my courage, for I was new at this sort of thing, I sat Alan on the kitchen stool and drew up a chair. “Alan, honey,” I said, “Aunt Lida has gone back to Heavenly Father.”


Before I could say anything more, he asked, “Who took her?” I stumbled around for an answer, and then I said, “It must have been someone she knew.”


Immediately his little face lit up as if he recognized a familiar situation. He said with a happy smile, “Oh, I know what it’s like. Grandpa Clark brought me when I came to you. He’ll probably take me back when I die.”


Alan then proceeded to describe his grandfather Clark, my father, who had been dead nearly twelve years. Alan had never even seen a picture of him. But he told me how much he loved his grandfather and how good his grandfather had been to him. Alan indicated that my father had helped to teach him and prepare him to come to earth.


Immediately after this occassion, Alan’s father talked to him and Alan repeated the same experience to him. Alan later told his grandmother Clark about the experience. For several months, he talked about these things as a happy, natural memory of real experience. Then, suddenly, the memory was erased and Alan did not know what we were talking about when we discussed it.


However, he had taught us some great truths when he was but a toddler.


–Betty Clark Ruff, Instructor, “My Toddler Taught Me About Preexistence and Death,” February 1963, p. 61.Reprinted in Coming From the Light, by Sarah Hinz