The first time I saw anything; I was pregnant with my first child and my gr. grandmother passed away at the age of 95. I was sad because I did not get a chance to say good-bye to her and tell her how much I loved her. The night of her funeral, I had stopped in the bathroom before bed. Above the tub a thick white fog blew into a space above the tub. It was like there was a slit in the air. It formed a silhouette of her head and then was sucked back out through the same slit. That night she came to me in my sleep and I got to say the things I wanted to. Another time, my dad passed and this was about 2 and a half years after, he came to me in my sleep. The beginning had felt like we had spent the whole day together, just he and I. Something that never happened when he was alive. I was so happy. Then when it was time to leave, he broke down and cried and told me how so sorry he was. I told him what I always said “That is alright dad”. I then left and woke up. I seen him the following night in my sleep. He was in what looked like a hotel room. He was young and had a huge smile, never said a word. I new he was happy and was in the process of ascending to heaven. We just stared at each other for a couple minutes or seconds and then I woke up. I have a box that I keep pictures, and cards that he sent me. After he passed I was finding his DNR wrist bands, his funeral bill, etc. I have no idea how they got there. My dad left the house to my younger brother and I think he was trying to give me everything that belonged to him. I even found a card addressed to my parents for Christmas one year. He gave it to me to wish me a merry Christmas. I know there is life after death of this world. There is a God that is merciful, gracious, and loving. I just wish the rest of the world could know God the way I do. He gives me wisdom all of the time. If I need an answer to a question, all of a sudden it will come to me, maybe a day later. I am highly intuitive also which has helped me through some hairy situations from being physically hurt. I have not seen or heard from my dad in about four years. In ten days it will be the ninth anniversary of his death. They come to you when you are in between sleep and wake. It is always just as you fall asleep. I am hoping he will come and see me again and this time we could have some sort of conversation. I would love to know what it is like to be a spirit, to talk and listen telepathically. God gave you a gift to help others. To use for good. God bless you!


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