A few weeks ago a new member joined the Owning Pink Posse and wrote a blog post introducing herself.  Kim told the story of her oldest daughter’s death.  She discussed how she has remained connected to her daughter in spirit throughout the years.  I was fascinated by the post seeing as I believe very strongly in this idea of remaining connected to loved ones who have died (I even wrote my second novel about the subject).  I commented on Kim’s post and she replied that her story was actually published in a book called “True Stories of Messages from Beyond.”  She offered to send me a copy and I immediately sent her my address.

On Friday I started to wonder what would be the next topic for my blog.  I have a lot of ideas in the vault but so far I haven’t needed to open it.  I’m always given at least one idea, but on that day I was not sure something new would arrive.  Around 4pm I checked the mail and found a package.  I had completely forgotten about my book request, but when I saw the return address my memory was jarred.  I pulled out the book, flipped to Kim’s story and began to read.  Tears streamed down my cheeks as I read about her daughter, Elizabeth.  Kim shared the details of the day they found out Liz had died and her experiences of connecting with Liz with the help of a medium and on her own.  The one thing that struck me and inspired this post is that on the day of the funeral one of Liz’s friends, Cassie, approached Kim and told her that Liz had come to her with a message that she was at peace.  Kim’s reaction to Cassie was gratitude and total belief.

It was that part of the story that made me realize I should share a story of my own and hope that others would feel the same kind of gratitude.  You see a year and a half ago, one of my sorority sisters died.  I’ve written about her before in the post called “Funeral Songs,” but failed to share what happened one day weeks after the funeral.  Suzy’s closest friends had set up an account for her children.  I had been by the bank that week and made a deposit of $175 into the account.    I was at the YMCA in a spin class when the song “Soak up the Sun” came on.  It was the song that had been played at Suzy’s funeral and I started thinking of her.  The moment I did this amazing energy washed over me.  I was covered from head to toes in goose bumps.  In my head I heard “Thank you for thinking of my children.”  I continued to pedal as tears streamed down my face in between the beads of sweat.  Silently, I told her I was sorry for not keeping in touch and not sending her a message on her caring bridge page (even though I had read it most days).  She told me it was OK.  She also let me know she was at peace.  I don’t know if she actually told me or if I just felt her peace but I was so consumed by the energy that I realized my heart rate had reached 200 bpm and I was not even tired.  I am certain that Suzy came to me that day and there was a part of me that wanted to tell everyone who loved her she was OK.  I wanted to call her friends and get a message to her husband, but I didn’t.  To be honest I didn’t think I deserved to be the one and I didn’t think anyone else would either.  I told Mark, Teresa, and Kristin about it and after that quietly filed the experience away.

I’m still not quite sure about sharing it here, although it seems right and I am a true believer in this stuff.  We are all capable of making these kinds of connections.  I am certainly not special, at least not anymore than anyone else is.  So thanks for letting me share…I’d love to hear if anyone else has had this type of experience.


12 thoughts on “Messages

  1. OpinionatedGift October 5, 2009 / 10:09 am

    Many years ago I was blessed enough to study acting with the great Geraldine Page. She was an incredibly kind and wonderful teacher and when she died not long after I returned from a tour I was struck by how important she had become to me.

    Geri was an atheist, through and through. She had no spiritual inclination whatsoever.

    She’d been playing the medium in Blithe Spirit on Broadway when she died in her sleep. So they had her memorial in the theater. It was packed, of course. As one of her students I was able to sit near the front. As accepting as I’d been of her death, her health issues and lifestyle, I was greatly surprised that after it was over I began to cry like a baby.

    That night, I dreamt that our class was at an old amusement park after hours nothing was actually running, but we were warndering about and playing and joking. I found myself in a roller coaster car at the top of the track (I hate rollercoasters). Just sitting, motionless and looking around. Then Geri came and sat on the car in front of me. We talked, I don’t remember about what until the end. She leaned forward and smiled in that incredibly warmth she had and said. “Stop worrying so much, John. Everything is going to be fine”.

    I think the dream ended there. Not long after a bunch of us were hanging in the restaurant where we went after class and it turned out that we ALL had similar dreams in which Geri imparted advice we really needed to hear (that by they way I STILL need to hear).

    Tell them all.

    • lesleehorner October 5, 2009 / 10:15 am

      Wow John! Thank you so much for sharing! I have a friend who has recurring dreams about her father who died when she was very little. I’ve already told her that I’m certain that’s his way of visiting and staying connected with her!

  2. Tara October 5, 2009 / 11:15 am

    I completely believe in things like this and I am sure the family would have been comforted to know of what you experienced. I know of occassions when similar things have happened when someone lost a loved one and knowing that the deceased has a way of touching them is always something that helps ease the pain, at least a little bit.

  3. Megan October 5, 2009 / 11:26 am


    I am so glad you got your story out and in the open. Moments like this seem to be rare for some of us. But one way or another, I too believe that we all have the ability to communicate with passed loved ones.

    My great grandmother passed away several years ago, maybe 7 or so. My mother and I flew up to New Hampshire to be there for her funeral. After the funeral was over we went to my grandfathers house to plant a tree in the back yard in her honor. The hole was dug the tree was placed and we each took turns putting one shovel of dirt over the tree. It was a calm fall day, no wind, somewhat warm; the moment my Grandfather put his dirt over the tree a HUGE gust of wind rushed over us all. We all stopped and looked around at each other. It was as if she was saying goodbye.

    I got tears and goosebumps reading your story and love hearing about things like this. It always makes me feel more certain that there is something more that just what we can see.


  4. Fred October 5, 2009 / 1:16 pm

    Leslee, Thank you for sharing your experience. As you know, these things are a pretty regular part of my life. I’m so glad you shared this here, and hopefully it will encourage others to come out and share. A recent survey conducted by The Christian Post, concluded that almost 25 percent of all Americans have actually had an encounter with a spirit. That’s a pretty big number!

    • lesleehorner October 5, 2009 / 1:55 pm

      Thanks Fred for stopping by and leaving a comment. I thought this one might be of interest to you!

      Megan- When I read your story I immediately thought of that rainbow that stretched over the sky after Tim Russert’s (sp?) funeral last year. Even news reporters were saying it was a message from Tim!

      Tara-thanks for your comment. I’m hoping some of my sorority sisters read this and pass it along to those who would appreciate it!

  5. Renee October 7, 2009 / 8:51 am

    Not this, exactly. I wrote in my blog, though, about the night someone tapped my ankles and I felt someone standing over me. The next day, my mother told me that was her father’s way of waking her up in the mornings. My grandfather died more than four years before I was born, but from all the stories I’ve heard, he was a wonderful, caring, loving man. He only met one of his grandchildren before he died, and it was the joy of his life.

    Also, after my great-grandmother died, for months, there was a strange light shining into my bedroom and I could never figure out where it came from.

  6. Halle October 7, 2009 / 9:43 pm

    I think this was such an important story to share and I hope one day you will share it with Suzy’s husband and her children.

    A childhood friend of mine died when I was about 13; she was 16. Less than a year after her death I had a dream about her. In the dream, we were mourning the death of another friend. She told me not to worry, that no one will ever forget the deceased.

    When I awoke, I promptly wrote down all the details of the dream and put it in her mother’s mailbox. It turns out that Jessie had purposely visited me in my dream to give this message to her mother.

    Her mom told me that the day before she received my letter, she had been having fears of forgetting Jessie– what she looked like, felt like, sounded like. This message was comforting and reassuring.

    • lesleehorner October 7, 2009 / 10:44 pm

      Wow Halle! Thanks so much for sharing this story. One of my sorority sisters encouraged me to contact Suzy’s husband through FB and I did send him the link to this post. I hope it was comforting for him to read!

  7. Amanda October 12, 2009 / 1:51 pm

    Leslee, I know why you felt compelled to write this. It was to get the message to me and everyone else that helped get that account setup… You just warmed my heart today. Suzy was so special. I think about her all the time. She was always willing to cheer me (or anyone else) up, despite what she was personally battling. We shared Caringbridge updates on both of our sites regularly.

    You brought me smiles today. Thank you…

    • lesleehorner October 12, 2009 / 3:14 pm

      Amanda-I could tell you weren’t reading when you didn’t respond to this post… I’m glad it warmed your heart, I’d say Suzy had a hand in me sharing this too. Is that account still there? Someone told me they thought it was closed. I’d like to keep donating to it, if it’s there!

  8. Kim Wencl October 26, 2009 / 12:11 pm

    Leslee – just read your post about your connection with Suzy. Very cool encounter – thanks for sharing!

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