Signs From The Other Side?

Have you ever wondered if your love life after death? It 's always seemed to me that you must do ... but I wanted a try!

Then my mother died. Like me, he believed that nothing made sense if the death was an end rather than a new beginning ... and I soon had reason to wonder if she was giving me the proof I needed.

For three consecutive nights, between his death and cremation, at 20:00 every time, while I was sitting with my husband in a room with a glass door, I saw a figure flit from the foot of the stairs in the room. Assuming that one of our young daughters, recently under the covers, he came down from the kitchen to get something I suspect. But no one was there and - for the first time it occurred - I thought it must have been imagining things or that there had been a play of light. When it happened the second time I was puzzled ... and the third time my husband (an atheist in his unwavering belief that everything ends up on death), who had said nothing, went to investigate. He returned to his room saying, 'The girls are both in bed. I checked 'Then he said:' When your mother has ever visited kissed her good night at this time, is not it? ' I agree that she has done and nothing else was said for the moment.

Mother, who died Dec. 18, there was quite a gap before his cremation on 27 and during this period I received and made a lot of 'phone calls. The telephone table was a rubber plant that stood on the floor and reached right to the ceiling. You probably know that plants lose their leaves rubber normally quite rarely, and only one at a time, from below, as a single leaf turns brown and falls off.

Not so here! Virtually every time I answered the 'phone or made a phone call between these two dates a shiny green leaf at random from the clamp of the plant and spread throughout the hall on the ground some distance away. I would watch, fascinated, as each leaf behaved in a similar way and yet so strangely. There was no way to explain to the best of my knowledge, through logic.

By the morning of cremated mom not a single leaf on the stem was left desolate. My husband (not normally the most careful of men), where it seemed that I was looking and asked: 'Do not give your mother that plant'

I was surprised that he remembered how he had given me years before, when it stood no more than a foot high. I replied that I had and the subject has never been raised since then. But strange behavior of the plant is, of course, food for thought - even for him!

Have an opinion about what was happening and if I had received a message from beyond the grave?

© PG Glynn