Location: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
The following report was sent into our website:
“This story I am about to tell you made me a true believer in spirits. It was back in 1990, I was 19 and had just lost my mother earlier in the year due to cancer. I also became pregnant very near her death. I was not married to my boyfriend at the time but I was living with him and his family for a little while during my pregnancy. Things were just not working out for us so I decided to move back home. When it came close to the time for me to give birth I decided to move back home with my brother as he was not handling my mother’s death very well. I just needed to be at home to deal with my situation and be close to my family in their time of need too. When I moved back home I took over my mother’s room as it was the biggest one in the apartment and I thought that with the baby all the room I could get would be beneficial for me.
I loved my mother a great deal and when she passed away, I myself was having difficulties handling it and then to find out I was pregnant was twice the shock to deal with. My family supported me a great deal and my brother was willing to help me raise my child. As my boyfriend and his family were not so supportive about the situation.
I came home after giving birth to my son and for the first couple of weeks it was very difficult to handle the change of routine and to deal with a crying baby 24/7 alone. My brother helped me as much as he could but I remember sitting in the room wishing for my mother to be there to help me. I truly needed her guidance and help with the baby. I did not have a clue about what to do or how to do things. I was still trying to figure out about life myself. Well after one night of extreme difficulty with my son I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. My son was fast asleep and I was just about to lay down and fall asleep too. I had just turned out my bedroom lamp and laid down in bed. Within a few minutes I heard a bang against my closet doors. I thought it was my brother coming into the room and I sat up to give him hell and to tell him to get away from the baby and let him sleep. I saw a figure in the dark leaning over the side of the crib and just looking at my son.
The body shape and height was the same as my brother’s so I was not frightened and just told him to get away from the crib and to go back to bed, everything was fine. The figure moved and stood straight but did not turn around. Little alarms went off in my head and I became afraid. I thought that someone had broken into the apartment. I turned around just long enough to flip the light on and turn back to look towards the crib. As I was turning around to turn the light on I heard the same bang as before which woke me up. No one was there. Now I was mad and thought that my brother was playing a trick on me and I went storming into his room to read him the riot act. He was sound asleep even snoring like a freight train. Now I panicked and the fear about someone breaking into the apartment returned. I raced down stairs to check the door only to find the alarm chain still activated and everything locked up tight.
Then I started to wonder if it had indeed been my mom coming to see her first born grandchild. I still had my doubts until I spoke to my Godmother a few days later and I was telling her about my experience. She stopped me mid way through my story and finished it for me in exact detail as what had happened that night. You see she had a dream about my mother visiting with my family and how my mom just wanted to make sure all was well with us.
To this day I still remember about that night and still get the goosebumps. I loved my mom a lot, I miss her greatly and even after passing she showed me that she still loves and misses us a lot too.
I feel comfort in knowing that she is with me and my family in spirit forever and always.”