I know no one has responded to this thread in a few months but hey-I'll post anyways.
I've never personally been visited by a loved one but my mother has many times. I've always been a little skeptical of an afterlife and I see how
people can create the idea of an afterlife because they don't know anything else except for existing and to comfort them. After reading your
beautiful posts, I am very convinced that there is just more than what meets the eye. I'm not saying an afterlife is exactly what kind of life we are
living now but yes, somewhere where we DO see our loved ones. Anyways...
Before I was born she was engaged to a man who was an electrician. From the way she describes him to this day, I wish he had been my father instead of
the "father" I have this day. (Even though it would be impossible for her fiancee to be my father, lol. Wishful thinking!) He seemed like such a
wonderful man and really treated her the way that she deserved to be treated. One day when he was working on something, he was electrocuted and
unfortunately passed away. After his passing my mom remained very close to his parents and sister and they even went to go visit a medium. My mom told
me she was so unimpressed with this medium because it seemed as though he was tricking her (trying to get her money) and giving her information that
had no relevance at all to her life. She eventually went to another person who was recommended I believe, through a friend? Not positive on that but
it doesn't really matter. I can't remember if she was ever given any information about her fiancee (I tend to try not to talk about him a lot since
she's divorced from my father and she's really missing her fiancee and I don't want to make her even more sad.) but I know a weird thing happened
that had to do with HER mother. The medium said to her that he could see a man and my mom thought "Oh my god, it's my fiancee." And the medium
said, "No, no, unfortunately I'm not getting a fiancee. I'm seeing the name Charlie. Yes, Charlie wants you to give your mother his love." Charlie
was my grandmother's first husband (not my mother's farther) who died in war. My mom was very shocked because she NEVER mentioned anything about
him, not even thinking about him because that's not what she was there for. When my mom told me that story, I was shocked and thought that was really
Another little amazing thing that happened was after my mom's fiancee died, his mother and her were sitting in the living room watching tv when a
familiar scent came through the room. He was a big cigar smoker and that was apparently definitely a smell you would associate him with. The smell of
cigar smoke just filled the room and my mom and his mom just looked at each other and were like "He's here." Another time my mom smelled the inside
of his truck that had a very distinct smell.
One last thing that really shocked me was about my maternal grandfather. He lived in the town over from us when I was about 5. He'd always call my
mom at almost exactly 6:30 every night just tell my mom how his day went and all that stuff. After he died, my mom was making dinner and she got a
call from an unknown number at 6:30. She didn't really think much of it and she answered it but no one was there. She hung up the phone and
immediately thought "It's Dad! I think it's a sign from him." She felt really comforted knowing he gave her a sign. The exact same phone call
happened the next day too. Really amazing. My grandfathers wife passed away 5 years before that, about two months before I was born, unfortunately
I'm the only grandchild who never met her which bothers me a lot. This could just be a coincidence but both of us are Leo's and my mom tells me all
the time that I am a mini version of her mother. I take great comfort in knowing that.
My paternal grandmother committed suicide when I was two years old and growing up it killed me thinking that she took her own life and didn't even
want to see the baby (at the time) of the family grow up. It still kills me to this day, and I will admit I'm angry. Dealing with the loss of a loved
one who has committed suicide is very hard in it's own way because mostly everyone gets the feeling "Why didn't they love me?" And I questioned
that for a long time but realized that it's not that she didn't love me, it's just the fact she had so many demons in her life taking control of
it. But yeah, I would be lying if I said I wasn't still holding on to some anger and I do believe that that is stopping me from receiving any signs
from her. I love her but I just don't understand.
I know no one will probably read this because of there being no posts in the last few months but I hope that maybe someone will stumble upon this post
and gain a little hope from all these beautiful stories. (Sorry this is so long by the way!)