This startet about 14 years ago when my grandmother was dying of cancer. I left 2 days before her death to move to another country. I did not have any dreams of her until about 4 weeks after her death when I kept on dreaming, I was in her house, aproaching the highest point in her house, her attic and there she was waiting for me. I'd walk up to her and she'd turn around and hat a total look aof anger and disappointment on her face. I always though it was preganancy related as I founfd out at that time I was expecting my first child. Well fast forward a few years. My grandfather died of cancer. the difference between the two was that my grandma( paternal) did not want to go and my grandpa( maternal) always said he was ready and tired of suffering. I had not one dream I can remember. then last Mai my grandmother, his wife died and that morning before I knew she had died, I had a dream that she had asked me, my brother and my dad to take her home ( she was my moms mother). She showed me a landmark close to where she had moved  after WW2 as I am asumming I wouldn't have known her real home. I woke up because the phone rang and my mom told me she had died of unknown causes. A few weeks after that we euthanised our dog of 18 years and in Sept. My father received a livertransplant . unfortunately the transplant liver contained cancer cells and my father was misdiagnosed until he passed away in April of this year. he was angry about everything and the last thing he said to me is, we'll see each other again, I promise"

he died 4 days later and I wasn there. about a week or two later I had a dream that I had to get on a plane to rush home, there was an important art gallerie, a show or musical 9 some culturel event0 my family was waiting to attend with me. i got there and there was my mom, brother and my healthy, happy dad waiting for me. In my dream I wa so surprised to see him becuase I thought he was dead. The next dream I had was that my dad was still alive and trying to work but he knew he was dying. We saw eachother at a public bathroom that was quit nasty and I literally felt his anger. then I had a sensation of something jumping accross my bed  ( kind of like a dog) and the morning I  decided to take a flight home to be with him before his second livertransplant I woke up to what felt like an earthquake. My husband next to me felt nothing, my daughter independently from knowing I felt it asked if we had earthquakes here.

The story is to long to tell...I had so many dreams and emotions that I cannot tell or descibe them all. I just know that some of my departed family members where ready to die but with my dad and my grandother( his mom, whom I was not close to) I felt they are talking to me. Am I crazy? is this my subconcious mind talking to me? I don't want to barge in here an bombard you with stories but I am scared to ignore them if it is realy them. I am not realy sad i should mention. I know, my dad is with me.

Thank you for any advice you may be able to give me.

Tanja