My husband shared a terrible premonition of our son Adam's demise when Adam was very young.

He had a dream that we were driving in a white sedan behind a hearse that had coffin silks sticking out the back of the hearse door and specific types of window coverings. As we were in the front of the funeral procession he realized that we were following Adam's hearse.

The premonition came true to the most minute detail on 09/11/06- the 2nd worse day of our lives.

The first being 09/06/06 when we were informed that Adam had passed away.

My first and only child, Lyndel, was less than a year old and perfectly healthy when I had my nightmare dream. In the dream I was walking into her bedroom in a state of limbo, a mental fog, and then I spotted Lyndel's framed photograph on the dresser. At that moment I knew she was gone. The photo I picked up and held in my hands, I suddenly realized, was the closest I could ever be to her again.

The wave of shock and grief that swept over me at that realization was so painful and real it woke me out of my sleep. I immediately sat up and sobbed. Having never known loss, the experience was both foreign and horrifying. I shared the dream with a friend who had lost her father; she said that's what loss felt like. I was stunned and terrified. For months I walked on eggshells and cried at the memory of it, feeling like my beloved daughter's life was in danger.

But years went by, Lyndel remained healthy and beautiful. And the dream was all but forgotten when at age 7 she was diagnosed with Leukemia. We fought the disease for three years, but in the end lost her. I am left with only photos and memories. Some have suggested such dreams are common and mean nothing. But the only other one like it I've heard is right here on this website, with the same outcome. Our bonds with our children are one of life's great wonders and mysteries.

Prior to Johnathon's ascent into Heaven, I knew that one of my children was soon to become an Angel. Although my nightmare was about one of my children in particular, for some strange reason I just can not remember which one it was. Even so, I do know that it was either my oldest, or middle child. I believe that this nightmare was a premonition.

On a Spring day in 1998, I was sitting in the parking lot of Ss. Simon and Jude Church, waiting to pick up my eldest child from CCD. While waiting, I was suddenly overcome with a gut wrenching feeling of impending doom. I knew something horribly bad was soon going to happen to somebody I know and love. I've had this feeling before, with disasterous results. Even with all of my previous experiences with feelings of impending doom, this one was so much more intense than any of the others, and literally had me sick to my gut. This time, the feeling was so fierce, that I could barely breath.

A few days later, I had a horrible nightmare that one of my children had died. This dream was so vivid, that I actually awoke in a panic, and was barely able to concentrate on anything else the entire day. At the time, I was studying to become a Respiratory Therapist and was required to attend a clinical rotation that day.

During this clinical, several comments were made to me. "Are you okay?", "Are you feeling well?" Normally, I was a very bubbly person who was very outgoing with fellow classmates. My nightmare had shaken me to the very core and I was not my normal self. I was terrified to actually voice this nightmare to anyone, so I just kept saying "I'm fine", "I'm okay." Once we arrived back on campus, one of my fellow classmates, Linda, kept asking and asking "what is wrong with you?" Finally, I broke down. I started shaking uncontrollably, and told her that I dreamt ~*my childs name*~ had died.

This nightmare had seemed so real, and had me so distressed, that the following weekend, I told my best friend, Christa. I told her that I dreamt ~*childs name*~ had died. I relayed to her that I could not remember the entire dream and didn't even know the circumstances surrounding his or her death. All I remembered about this nightmare was, which one of my children it was about, and that I was on my kitchen floor, in front of my sink, screaming I WANT MY BABY BACK!!! I remember asking her "Don't you think that it is strange that it wasn't Matthew that I dreamt of?" At the time of this nightmare, my youngest child was in a body cast due to a broken femur. I thought it odd that if I were to dream that one of my children had died, that it was not Matthew, considering that he was the one hurt.

This nightmare took place 5-6 months prior to Johnathons ascent into heaven. It is so strange, to this day, I cannot remember which one of my children died in my dream. A few days after Johnathons funeral, I asked both Linda and Christa. "Do you remember my nightmare? Which child did I dream of?" Both remember me telling them of my nightmare. Neither of them remember who!

Preceding Johnathons death, the fierce intensity of this nightmare began to gradually fade. I was eventually able to put my nightmare behind me. Or so I thought...The morning after Johnathon died...I found myself on my kitchen floor, in front of my sink, screaming I WANT MY BABY BACK!!!!

I had several premonitions prior to the sudden death of my two year old son Jacob.

Jacob had "special needs" and I remember watching him play one day thinking, "If Jacob would die, would God think I did a good job taking care of him?"

On a different day, I was putting away laundry in my closet and I pulled out an outfit thinking "I need to have this dry cleaned for the funeral."

On the day Jacob passed, I was working at my Beauty Shop. And like I do with every client, I had walked to the front desk for my receptionist to make the clients next appointment. The only way I can describe what happened next is to say I had a "vision". It was of my receptionist answering the telephone telling the caller I wasn't at work because my son had died.

Just as quickly as these thoughts came to me, they were gone. Never to be thought of again until long after my precious little boy had passed away.

Brian was on his second tour in IRAQ. I remember when he told me he was going back, I said, "Brian, I feel like your tempting fate. You made it back safely once." I had heard and read too many times that troops that had gotten killed were on their second and sometimes third times over there.

It was a Sunday morning, 02Apr06, it started like any other one. I was on the computer, checking my email, surfing the web. The TV was on and I could hear it in the background. I wasn't one to watch the news much while Brian was in IRAQ. But every once in a while when I did watch it and had heard that someone got killed, I never once thought that it would be him. That is, until this time.

I heard a Marine had gotten killed. It got my attention immediately. It had happened in the Al Anbar Province. I was still on the computer and started searching right away to see where this was in regards to where I knew Brian was. I did every kind of google search I could. I could not make a connection to where the Al Anbar Province was in relation to where I knew Brian was stationed. I was starting to get exasperated, and my fiance asked me what was wrong. I said,"I CAN'T FIND MY KID!!".

I did some more searching, and still could not make any definite connections. It started to get late, and we had a full day ahead of us. I got off the computer and got on with my day. I never discussed with Rob, my fiance, what had gone through my mind, but it never really left me.

We had gone to my brother's house for dinner that night, and got home about 8:00 pm. We were just getting ready for bed at about 10:15 pm when the doorbell rang. I didn't even have to open the door. I knew who was there. I said to Rob, "don't open it". He looked somewhat puzzled. I said, "if you don't open it, I won't have to face it", still looking a little puzzled and not sure what I meant, he opened the door. There were two Marines there, just like I knew there would be. They didn't have to say a word, I knew why they had come. I told them why they were there. After 15 or so minutes of my talking and telling them that I had expected them all day, one of them finally said to me. Ma'am, we have to be certain that we are at the right house, "is this the home of Cpl. Brian StGermain?" (Brian was posthumously promoted to Sgt on 02APR06). I assured them that it was. Funny, they had doubts, but I didn't, not for a minute.

It did turn out that the Marine I had heard them speak of on the news earlier that day was not Brian. But, I knew something was wrong. He along with 6 others were killed when the vehicle they were riding in was turned over in a flash flood, in the Al Anbar Province.

The connection between a mother and her child is something that I think only a Mom can understand.

It was two days before the loss of My Danielson. I worked nights and was watching Oprah while getting ready for work, waiting for my husband to come home from work. The episode was about parents who have lost children to SIDS. I of course, sat to watch this show, as it peaked my interest having children.

I remember talking about this episode at work, home, and with family over the next two days. We talked about how we would be like "this or that" and do "this or that". I can tell you from experience, two days after this episode, you do not feel none of what you talked about.

When it happened to me, thoughts ran through my head telling myself he just had an inner ear infection, don't panic, it happens all the time. Be a strong parent and not a worry wart. I remember one thing the entire time driving to my house and making it there before the ambulance that night. I couldn't stop shaking, it was uncontrollable.

On the ride to the hospital in the ambulance the EMT even asked me if I wanted or needed anything to help with the shaking. I couldn't respond, I just knew something was terribly wrong. He cried so hard before I left for work that night. My Daniel, yeah he never cried. He was a very quiet baby. I had to wake him to feed him, change him, and just be with him. He slept a lot, and was always a content very good baby. When I say he never cried, I mean it.

He cried so bad that night I almost called into work, but my husband at the time, reassured me he would be okay, and that he would call if there were any problems.

My Daniel knew he was leaving and was letting me know by crying as he never ever did. In my heart, I know that he knew he would never see me again and was trying to tell me. I always wish I would've listened to his cry that day and stayed home.

I spent the next two days with him in ICU, never leaving his side, not sleeping or eating, sort of punishing myself for not listening to his cry. After numerous brain waves and tests, we were left with the decision of pulling the plug. His body was no longer functioning without machines.

I've always believed that you don't play GOD. We decided to let him go and see if GOD would allow us to keep him here with us on earth. That wasn't to be, but I do know now in all of that, when my other children speak out, I do listen. I believe in them and what they are telling me. I listen better because of what I went through.

I didn't do anything I said I would after watching that episode, I lived it from then on. I never realized I was suppose to watch that episode and pay attention to what was going on around me or what I was doing with others around me. You must listen to what's going on around you if you want to hear it. You can't ask to see or hear something if you aren't fully listening. I wasn't listening, now I can see why. Nobody wants to hear or see their losses for it's too painful and unimaginable to the human heart. I know in my heart he tried to tell me for I didn't listen, and I'm sorry I didn't. My sacrifice for not listening, no good-bye. It is now I can let go and say good-bye to My Daniel.

We were at Tim's house that weekend he died. My husband gave him the motor cycle he died on.

So in my dream he is riding off on that bike. He looks back and smiles that big pretty smile he had. He sat so good on the bike. He loved it so much.

Every time it starts the same way... He pulls out of his drive way. Goes down the road a little ways, turns his head, looks over at us sitting on the porch swing. He smiles So So So big and I tell my husband we should take a picture. He never comes back. This dream is better than my nightmares about the wreck. His sweet smile makes me feel at rest finally. A peace comes over me, and I rest much better. Love from mom My pretty boy! FOREVER YOUNG Timbo-

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