In 1990 just after my grandad died Chris Rea brought out a song
“Tell me there’s a Heaven where all those people go”
I desperately wanted to believe in the afterlife but I didn’t. I thought when you’re dead - nothing!
in 1992 an older (70+ and very grounded) man I worked with said he saw a bird come close after his mother died and he said “that’s my mothet”. I just thought - yeah right wishful thinking - but thought discretion would be the better part of valour so I just smiled.
However, in 1998 the very next day after my own mum died a Robin flew into our living room, sat on the sofa, didn’t seem scared or nervous and after a while flew out again.
Since 1998 I’ve gradually become more spiritual and near enough 100% convinced there’s an afterlife because too many things have happened involving too many people who’ve passed.
when my dad died in 2014 in the first few months I’d thought be happy if I knew Dad was ok … but nothing. He died in March 2014 and in the July I was dealing with his estate on my own and finding it hard. I said “Dad, I’m finding this hard can you please give me a sign of support.” That very night I had a vivid dream about him - he looked me in the eye aged nodded and introduced one other person to me who’d passed in 1995 but Dad knew I was desperate for validation from - this person offered me much needed words of support. Dad seems to be meeting a variety of people up there he wouldn’t have met in real life!
3 days before Father’s Day last year - I wrote in my diary something I desperately wanted as there was something I was having difficulty coping with. On Father’s Day - it happened - I got that much wanted thing. Thanks so much Dad!! ❤️
Loads of other things have happened - this is just a snapshot
I haven’t heard from Dad since Father’s Day last year but omg I know he’s there! ❤️