I don't really want to put this in bereavement, as it is sort of light hearted.
When my Dad passed away a few years ago, he was adamant that he didn't believe in an afterlife. Since he died, though, whenever I truly need a spell of sunny weather (camping trip, sibling's wedding etc), we seem to get a break in the rain etc.
Whenever I am sad or worried about a loved one (like the night before my Grandma died), we have stunning sunsets - the sort that get photos in the newspapers.
When my FIL was diagnosed with cancer before Christmas, I started seeing white feathers. Now I know that they are common, but they are everywhere! On door handles, on tennis courts, at work, home.
He passed away today. My DH texted me. I put the phone down, and then there was a huge crash - all of the framed photos on a wall in my kitchen just fell down randomly.
Obviously all a coincidences, but I do wonder who us looking down in me sometimes. 