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Witness: Diana
Location: California
Date of Encounter: May 1998

My mother passed away in September of 1997 when I was 14. She was my best friend and I had a really hard time dealing with it, despite the fact that we were prepared for it because her cancer treatments hadn't worked. On the outside, it seemed like I had everything together, but on the inside it was like I was being tortured every day. I have two stories about my mother. One important piece of information is that she died in the house that we continue to live in to this day.

The first was the spring after she died. I was feeling pretty miserable and was crying one morning in the shower. I can't remember if I was talking out loud or just thinking this, but I said something to the effect of, "Why did this happen to me?" and "When are things going to get better?" when all of a sudden I felt a pressure on my shoulder, like someone's hand was resting on it. Thinking it was shampoo or something, I tried to brush it off, but when I did the pressure only got stronger. I tried to shrug whatever it was off, but the pressure got so hard that it was getting difficult for me to stand up straight. I started to freak out but all of a sudden I remembered how my mom would hug me as tight as she could whenever I was upset, even when I tried to shrug her off. I stopped for a moment, said, "Mom, is that you?" and the pressure immediately lifted. I know that it was my mom trying to comfort me, because she always told me that she would be there when I needed her. 

The second story was a year after my mom had passed and I was struggling with the upcoming one-year anniversary of her death. It had seemed like after she died, the rest of my life started to crumble and everything was going badly. I went to bed one night about a week before the anniversary, closing my door like always. I always closed my bedroom door when I went to sleep and it stuck a little so it never accidentally swung open on its own. Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up to a BANG which turned out to be my door swinging open and crashing into the wall. I was a little scared, but a moment later my mom walked into the room. She wasn't floating, she wasn't wearing all white, and she didn't look anything like a ghost. For some reason the moment I saw her I wasn't scared at all, but rather a peace came over me and I was relieved and happy to see her. She walked into my room the way she always had, sat down on my bed (which I could not only see but feel), and started brushing my hair back with her hand. She told me that she was happy but missed me and my family very much, and not to lose faith that I would see her again. We made some small talk; she asked me how school was going, how my friends were, how I was getting along with my siblings and my dad, etc. We probably talked for about 5 minutes, after which she said that she had to go but that she loved me very much and couldn't wait to see me again. I held her hand as she helped me sit up, I gave her a big hug, she straightened the lampshade by the side of my bed (that was always crooked), then she got up and walked out of my room, leaving the door open. I went back to sleep but awoke to my alarm the next morning with a start not believing what had happened. But my lampshade was straight and my door was open… and no one in my house had opened it! So I know that I didn't dream it and that my mom visited me to comfort me! After that, I started dealing with her death much better and I haven't seen her since. But there are still times that I can feel her in that house, and it's a wonderful feeling.

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