My Powerful Evidence That Death Is Not The End

Signs of comfort from the afterlife during times of hardship.

My first communication from a departed loved one came to me when I was just seven years old. At the time, I didn’t understand it and I chalked it up to being a nightmare.

I was just seven years old when I experienced the death of my beloved Grandmother. She was my father’s mother, my only local grandparent, and she adored me because I was the baby of the family. And, even then, I obviously had the best personality of the whole bunch to boot.

My grandmother’s funeral was not only my first funeral, but also my first experience with death. All in one fell swoop. It was also my first time seeing a cadaver. I call it that, because now I know that the body is only a shell once a soul leaves it. Back then I was just a child and I was a mixture of grief-stricken and terrified.

I dreamt about her that night when I finally went to sleep after we got home from a late night after her funeral. I don’t remember specifically what the dream was about, but I do remember waking up scared. I ran and got in the bed with my mother. I believe that was the last time that ever happened as well. I never dreamt about my grandmother again. Only now, after further experiences, do I believe that she was trying to communicate with me.

Father

The next questionable experience I had was after the sudden death of my father. After only being diagnosed with aggressive stomach cancer for one week, I got the phone call he was fading fast, when I was a five-hour car ride away.

My mother, my sister and I all hopped in the car and made the long journey. By the time I got there, he was in a coma and passed away only an hour later. On a side note, I wrote about my father in a previous article which will further explain his sneaky, mischievous character. My father was a huge prankster and nothing made him happier than making his children look silly, pranking us or making us laugh, no matter how many injuries might happen or what criminal charges might happen as a result.

Please note that I have rarely stuffed my own links in my articles, but this is for reference should anyone care to delve further.

My mother, sister, and I stayed in town to help plan the cremation and funeral. On the day of the funeral, my family and I stoically and silently walked into the funeral home. The very second I stepped over that threshold, my left earring went flying out of my ear and landed several feet across the room. And I thought to myself, “That was Daddy and he’s trying to tell me he is okay.”

I might’ve chalked it up to grief or duress shortly after, but it hasn’t stopped happening since then. That was twelve years ago, but my left earring is prone to go flying whenever I least expect it. Every time it happens, I look up and nod my head in acknowledgment of the message.

The most recent activity in my life, is probably the most blatantly obvious sign I’ve ever had. My sister passed away from a fast, horrible battle with cancer. During her sickness, I moved up my wedding date in a desperate bid for her to attend, but she passed months before. The day after she died, I started finding pennies laying around everywhere. This happened so much and so often that it would have been impossible for anybody to ignore. Once again, I was questioning whether it was really a sign or not when I visited my parents. I walked into my parents' house and saw the movie they were watching was called, Pennies From Heaven. At that moment, I knew that I was right to glean comfort from and to trust in my signs.

Only a few months later, as my husband and I are getting out of the car to check in at the last minute Honeymoon destination that we were blessed with finding, I looked up at the sky. This is the image I saw and quickly took a picture. I know without a doubt that it was her telling me goodbye and that she was watching out for me. It did not take the grief away, but it definitely made it easier to know that I was not alone and that death was as temporary as any other situation.

In summary, no matter how dark the times may seem to get for us during our grief, we can take solace in knowing that our loved ones are not really gone. We just are not capable of seeing them anymore. We can talk to them and they can hear us. They might not be around us constantly, but when we call, they will come. This much I know to be true.