For everyone who is sad about missing loved ones, I hope this small collection of “evidence” that you’ll see them again one day, plus this beautiful story about my grandmother, will give you comfort.
In my personal life and professional life I have talked with people who have had, themselves, or have talked with/assisted those who have had, near death experiences.
One of my friends described standing in a green field. His grandparents and his mother were there. They hugged him.
I once interviewed an Ojibwe shaman for a documentary on life after death and she described how she sits with people while their physical body dies and she travels with their soul to the other side. She stays with them until they reach their relatives who are waiting for them.
If you read or watch “Heaven is for Real” you will see that the little boy met a sister he never even knew about (because she died as an infant before he was born and no one ever told him about her), and also, he saw many animals there.
And now here is the story about my grandmother. About ten years ago, a woman with whom I shared a mutual friend (in other words, she didn’t know much about me) introduced me to a friend of hers. This woman, Stacy, was a normal looking woman in her mid twenties. No turbans or crystals. She just happened to be psychic. I met with Stacy. I was hoping that she would tell me about my career, daughter, etc. I never mentioned my family at all and had no curiosity about people from my past. I wanted to know about the future.
But Stacy started talking about my father and then my grandmother. I never mentioned these two family members to any of my friends in our shared circle, so no one could have told her anything about them.
The stuff she said about my father was chillingly accurate. She also told me that in the coming year something sudden and terrible was going to happen to his health. This did happen.
Then she described where my grandmother was “living.” She said my grandmother was living in a country setting, with many huge flower gardens that she tended with deep joy. She said they sent the hard cases to my grandmother because she had a way with them. Because she’d been a hard case, herself. But now she was filled with peace and joy.
My father’s mother WAS a hard case, proud, judgmental, unhappy. But strong. And loving in her own way. She loved her flower gardens so much. They were enormous and spanned two sides of her back yard. She lived alone in the country.
There is no way Stacy could have known this. So I believe my grandmother ended up in exactly the kind of place she loves most.
I believe your loved ones, including animals, are existing peacefully in a place that gives them joy, and one day you will be with them again.
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