After a loved one passes away, a lot of us tend to look for signs that indicate whether or not these loved ones are still with us. For example, many people believe that cardinals are spirits that come to visit us. The same goes for ladybugs and butterflies. People also believe their deceased loved ones send them messages through dreams, electrical anomalies, or objects being moved around. Different families and different cultures have their own beliefs, but each sign we see generally brings us comfort as we are processing our grief.
Suzanne Somers passed away back in October from breast cancer, which she had fought since first being diagnosed with it in 2000. Her widower, Alan Hamel, recently shared that since Suzanne’s passing, he has had some weird yet very meaningful things happen in their home. He and their family have also felt her presence with them when they are alone. It’s really very sweet.
Suzanne Somers’ widower, Alan Hamel, says odd things have been happening in the couple’s Palm Springs, Calif., home since the “Three’s Company” icon passed — and it seems Somers is still with us in spirit.
“Three things happened. The same day, that were very strange,” her devoted husband of nearly 50 years, told us.
First off, “a hummingbird flew into our house and made the rounds in the kitchen, and the living room and the dining room.” The bird then “hovered” in front of a framed picture of lovebirds Hamel and Somers in their breakfast nook, and even “landed on top and stayed there.” Hamel even snapped a pic of the bird.
After that, “the fireplace started all by itself,” and “some music came on by Suzanne’s favorite composer.” Odder, “No one’s ever heard of this guy,” he said of the obscure maestro.
When Hamel, 87, is just about to fall asleep, “I feel her laying beside me,” he exclusively told us. In October, Somers died holding her beloved hubby’s hand at their Palm Springs home a day before her 77th birthday. The couple, who was known for their prodigious love life, “rarely spent an hour apart in 55 years together,” Somers’ rep previously told Page Six.
Hamel now tells us: “I’m a believer now that there is an after life. I’m convinced of it… I think there’s something we don’t understand. I think there’s a plane somewhere… after we discard our bodies. We still have our soul. I think our soul is energy. The soul must go somewhere and do something.”
Since Somers passing, “The time when I’m with my family… and I have one of my moments when I have to leave, I go into the bedroom… I’m alone there. And I feel her presence. Once I interact with her presence, I go back and interact with the family.”
“Her grandkids, one by one, have told me the same thing.”
I hope it’s all true,” he figures. “It certainly makes the grieving process a lot easier,” and, “If it is, we’ll be reunited.”
The couple even talked about the afterlife when Somers was still alive.
“We joked about it. Before she was sick. Before the last chapter,” Hamel said. “We joked about when one of us passed, it would likely be me because I’m 10 years older.”
But Somers told him, “Knowing you, you’ll be on your way back before you’ve left,” he recalled.
I love hearing stories like this! I suppose a skeptic could make a case that the bird thing was a lovely occurrence that he’s reading into, but when you add in the fireplace and the music playing, it starts to feel pretty compelling. Coincidentally, I re-watched the movie Ghost this past weekend, so this topic has been on my mind for a few days! As we’ve talked about before, I am fascinated by all of these supernatural, Universe-y type things. I believe that there are so many things that we don’t understand about whatever exists outside of our physical world.
When my grandfather passed away, my family and I had signs, dreams, and other strange occurrences that we chalked up to being him visiting us. Mr. Rosie and my mom had a similar music experience to Alan’s right after my older son was born, exactly one year after my grandpa died. While he was being examined immediately after delivery, they were trying to see what was going on. The song that my grandpa and I danced to at my wedding, which I played for him in the hospital during his last days, started playing out of nowhere on my mom’s phone. She didn’t have any music apps open or even set up. It just started blasting out of nowhere. They both just knew that it was a sign from Grandpa, whom my son was named for. Regardless of what it was, that’s one of the many things we experienced that brought us comfort. I’m glad Suzanne’s family is comforted through these experiences of their own.
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Isn’t the word for a man who loses his wife a widower? I thought widows were women, but I might be wrong (I’m not a native speaker)
You are correct.
Yes, a widower.
Came here to say the same thing.
They had an incredible bond, this doesn’t surprise me. I really think there are some loves that can’t be ended by something inconvenient as death.
Harry wrote about a hummingbird flying into his Montecito house after he returned from his grandmother’s funeral.
The summer after my father‘s death, which occurred in the spring, I was in Wyoming, vicinity of the Tetons. Every time my father crossed my mind when I was driving, if I looked to the side of the road, there would be a white horse. At first, I thought it was a coincidence, but then it kept happening, not that I was obsessing on my father, but that every once in a while when I thought of him and happened to be driving, there was a white horse. This is absolutely true. This is 25 years ago come this summer. It never happened again after that first summer and I have been back to that area of Wyoming many times. My father had no ties to Wyoming, or even to horses. I have ties to Wyoming, but not to horses I don’t know why this happened, but my thoughts of my father and white horses were linked that summer. It was not imagination because my family was with me on these drives, and saw the horse each time because I would point it out.
Wow, that’s really cool. Thank you for sharing!
This is truly beautiful.
A few months after my dad died my 9 y/o daughter and I were laying in her bed at bedtime talking about grampy. I saw a light flash across the upper portion of a wall in her room shooting star style. I immediately thought “that’s my dad!” and felt this overwhelming peace. I didn’t say anything about what I had just seen. A second later and unprompted daughter says “mom I just saw grampy” and describes exactly what I saw. I knew then for sure it was my dad. The next night Husband and I tried to recreate the light flash thinking maybe it was something from outside, but no way we could even get close, Whenever I’m missing dad I think about that moment and know that he is still with us and at peace.
I love this! Thank you so much for sharing!
This makes me feel all the “feels” so endearing – I of course wish this man a long life, but these are the people who tend to pass within a short time of each other – You get the feeling his soul mate will be waiting for his transformation
I’m Catholic and believe in purgatory. So I’ve always believed in ghosts and whatnot. That could be the spirit, the energy of those waiting to go up to heaven. I know that doesn’t work for everyone but it’s always brought me comfort especially when my dad passed away when I was 24. I swear for that for year I could sense him. And had such emotional dreams.
Thank you for sharing!
My 2 cents: People exist in corporeal beings, but they also exist within our own thoughts and memories. So long as there are people alive that remember you, your ‘soul’ continues to exist on this plane. 3 years ago I had 2 autologous stem cell transplants 6 months apart. Your bone marrow is killed, then the next day, your own stem cells are put back into you and, for 7-9 days, you wait, slowly dying while those stem cells find their way to your bones and start producing new blood products. It’s safer than it sounds (especially since you are in a special ‘bubble’ unit in the hospital being cared for 24/7 by medical professionals), but its still pretty draining, to say the least. During the toughest parts of both of those hospitalizations, I felt his presence and spoke to my father – who had died of cancer 8 years prior. It was mostly him telling me to ‘suck it up buttercup! Shower! Do laps in the halls! EAT SOMETHING!’ but that was how I remember my Father, who endured no small amount of medical suffering in his lifetime. In life he never left his family uncared for, so no surprise he was watching out for us after dying. Even if it was just a ‘greatest hits reel’ of my father playing in my head during a tough period – it doesn’t matter – the voice was his, the recall was true to my memory and love of him.
That is beautiful . Thank you.
I never comment. But thought i should let you know that was a lovely message
We only die when people forget us 😊
I second Nef. That is beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
I’ve had plenty of signs. After my father passed I was lying in bed crying and suddenly I felt this warm, tingling hug around my whole body. It lasted about 15 seconds and I KNOW it was dad. After my mother died I again was lying in bed crying and I suddenly felt her hand around my hand, reassuring me she was OK. Finally, after my BFF of 45 years suddenly died in 2021, I was devastated. Mr. Jaded took me to a beautiful resort off Vancouver Island, very private and secluded, to grieve. We went into the local village one day and I bought a small ceramic jar from a local potter to keep pens, pencils and glasses beside my computer. The salesperson wrapped it all up and when we got home a few days later I opened it up and a white feather fell out.
Dragonflies seem to be the sign I experience if my family or loved ones are around — it’s happened several times where I’m literally swarmed by them. It happened in my back yard a few days before my mother passed in 2014, and a few days before my BFF passed. I now live on the 12th floor of a condo building in downtown Victoria so it’s not like they’re all over the place, in fact I’ve only seen them on my balcony that one time.
That’s beautiful. Thank you for sharing. After my grandfather died, my uncle found live lady bugs on his bed almost daily for a good month.
This is going to sound odd/weird, but…..I have End Stage COPD and I know my time is not long. I have always believed in an afterlife and will joke to my sons that they’ll know I’ve come back by moving all their furniture and pictures on their walls just one inch to the left. I have a sister and friends that swear by Teresa Caputo and some others so I gave them each a “codeword” that whatever psychic they choose to go to has to say or she knows they are bunk. They’re very specific words. I know it’s a silly precaution but I don’t want them getting taken advantage of when they’re told “I feel the presence of your sister (or mom or friend…)”. That’s when they’re supposed to ask what the codeword is.
That is lovely for you to think of your family like this.
Oh, Thnuggaboo, I’m so sorry! I also think it’s lovely for you and your family to set this code word up. Wishing you many more days and a peaceful transition when the time comes.
We had a few experiences after our dad passed away as well. They’re still all around us, only separated by frequency.