My mom got into this after my dad died suddenly. She started saying that things were signs from him, and that they never happened before he died (sounds in the house), even though she also said he used to complain about it.

It seems to make her happy, but it really creeps me out

Anonymous wrote:Perfectly timed songs on the radio-with meaning to the moment.
Robins.
Pennies or dimes.
His favorite NFL team logo (and not common in this area).
Things that happen right when his beloved grandsons have something wonderful happen.
I wish I saw him in dreams more.

Can you elaborate on robins and pennies?

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Anonymous wrote:One time I was frolicking through the Serengeti and I saw my dad in the clouds… no lie. It was him.

This is beautiful. My sister saw our father after he’d passed, too. What a gift to be given.

I’m sorry to burst your bubble PP, but this poster was referring to Lion King.
(NP here.)

I wish they would. I have no proof or reason to believe but open to the idea if I had proof. One eerie dream when I was at a low point, but how is that different than my thousands of other dreams?

Via cardinals, bluejays and crows. Also, VERY shiny pennies and dimes.

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Anonymous wrote:My dad was at all of my kids' soccer games (shared passion; former coach) and he used to always give them a dollar when they scored a goal. I loved sharing the sidelines with him because he was hilarious.

The first game my youngest played in after my dad died, I was so sad. I missed waiting for him to walk up with his soccer chair. It was hard to see the other grandparents on the sidelines.

Well- my son scored a pretty amazing goal. We were in a different town and pulled into a Starbucks. When my son opened the door to step out, there was a $1 dollar bill on the ground by his feet .

There were a lot of very strong signs the months after he passed. I remember driving down 66 and our car was literally swarmed by dragon flies. There were certain songs we loved that would come on when I was in a low point. There were so many different things that could not be 'mere coincidences'.

My dad also was one that told us he would send us signs.

I don't get the posters bashing others. If this gives someone comfort, let them have it. Calling them delusional and names is just plain ugly.

+1

It's not delusion. It's real.

When a fire goes out, the smoke lingers. It might dissipate, but it doesn't ever go away.

Not exactly smoke, but my father spoke to me through unexpected scents. Faint at first, then much stronger, as if to say "OK, it's really time for me to go", and then it stopped.

That's when I knew it was time to bury his body.

This is what I’m here for! Love it!

Thankfully, mine have stopped. I used to have near-nightly dreams of my deceased loved ones, but now they are few and far between. I think it's because the grief has lessened; I am healed and okay now.

If the concept of an infinite mathematical multiverse is correct, then sooner or later an exact copy of yourself will randomly be created from scratch and will be realised on an exact copy of this Earth, in an exact copy of our observable universe in an exact copy of our universe that is completely separate from this universe, that has its very own space and its very own time that was also created from nothing without a cause, that has its very own big bang followed by its subsequent evolution somewhere else in the infinite mathematical multiverse. Also if the concept of an infinite mathematical multiverse is correct, then over the course of eternity your exact life you have lived so far and every other possible variation of your life will ultimately be lived an infinite number of times by other exact copies of you, that have an exact copy of your brain, that have an exact copy of your mind, that have an exact copy of your consciousness, that have an exact copy of your soul, that have an exact copy of your spirit, living on other exact copies of this Earth, in other exact copies of our observable universe, in other exact copies our universe that are completely separate from this universe, that have their very own spaces and their very own times that were also created from nothing without a cause, that have their very own big bang events followed by their subsequent evolutions elsewhere in the infinite mathematical multiverse. In conclusion, life after (your) death does not exist because there is no way for the information that is you to persist after you die. After (you) die (your) brain will no longer function, (your) mind will no longer function, (your) consciousness will no longer function, (your) soul will no longer function and (your) spirit will no longer function. Near death experiences and out of body experiences are certainly hallucinations caused by dying brain cells firing randomly and going haywire as they start to die. It takes many hours, if not days for every brain cell to completely die and for all electrical activity deep inside the brain to completely stop.

My DH was born the day his maternal grandfather died.
Throughout his whole life, he has incredible luck - car accident, he gets a pay out; laid off work, an offer after first interview, on and on.

I believe his grandfather is his guardian angel.

I’ve had a few dreams. I bought a car shortly after my father died and had a dream that he came over to take a look and give his opinion. It was so real. Over the years I’ve dreamed of us having a meal together. I would love to have a dream with him meeting my child.

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Anonymous wrote:My dad was at all of my kids' soccer games (shared passion; former coach) and he used to always give them a dollar when they scored a goal. I loved sharing the sidelines with him because he was hilarious.

The first game my youngest played in after my dad died, I was so sad. I missed waiting for him to walk up with his soccer chair. It was hard to see the other grandparents on the sidelines.

Well- my son scored a pretty amazing goal. We were in a different town and pulled into a Starbucks. When my son opened the door to step out, there was a $1 dollar bill on the ground by his feet .

There were a lot of very strong signs the months after he passed. I remember driving down 66 and our car was literally swarmed by dragon flies. There were certain songs we loved that would come on when I was in a low point. There were so many different things that could not be 'mere coincidences'.

My dad also was one that told us he would send us signs.

I don't get the posters bashing others. If this gives someone comfort, let them have it. Calling them delusional and names is just plain ugly.

+1

It's not delusion. It's real.

When a fire goes out, the smoke lingers. It might dissipate, but it doesn't ever go away.

Not exactly smoke, but my father spoke to me through unexpected scents. Faint at first, then much stronger, as if to say "OK, it's really time for me to go", and then it stopped.

That's when I knew it was time to bury his body.

My aunt was a redhead. Whenever I see red ants I know it's her.

Anonymous wrote:Light flickering

Mm, my father is always sending me a message to remind me, "I'm cheap and did my own electrical work. Don't make the same mistake and die young of electrocution like I did."