Interesting thread.
Only one other person in the world knows of my experience up until now. I recently lost my mum, in February, to lung cancer. Because of a backlog, with there only being two public crematoria in the area and a lot of especially old people passing away, mainly due to the winter weather, it was a long wait for the funeral, just over a month in facl. During this horrible, awkward time, I used to have these upsetting dreams that, although she was as she had been when she was well (having all her hair, before she lost weight due to the treatment, basically how I remembered her), however in these dreams she seemed grumpy, on edge. She was a smoker, and she would get like that whenever she attempted to quit (which she eventually did for good, about 5 years ago). After the funeral, though, these dreams stopped, and in fact a few weeks ago I had a dream I got a phone call from her to tell me that she loved me.
So yeah, I do believe there must be something left after we die, and I do, to an extent, believe in reincarnation. Mum recalled that at my grandad's memorial service, a week after his actual funeral, which was held mainly for colleagues and people who couldn't make it to the funeral, a robin was perched on a tree nearby during the service outside. When it finished, the robin flew away. So whenever I see a robin, I am reminded of my grandad, and Mum as well. :,) Mum believed in life after death (even though Dad doesn't!) so this brings me comfort.
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