This will sound very corny to non-believers, but years ago there was a gypsy in a caravan, reading palms for a fiver, at a travelling fair that came to town. Me, my mum, dad and two little sons stood outside the caravan and my mum handed me a five pound note and suggested I go in and get my palm read. I went inside and the gypsy was dressed just as you imagine, and spoke in the traditional gypsy way. I sat down with her, showed her my palm and what she knew about me was totally amazing, it blew my mind, so much so I left the caravan in tears and felt quite spooked by it, like she'd been spying on me! She told me I had a baby sister on the other side (stillborn at full term when I was 11 years old), my husband was working away from home (true, he was doing this at the time, temporarily), my nanny, who I adored, would visit me and then out of the blue would die suddenly (she visited me one Thursday morning as she did for years, then went to the Post Office round the corner to collect her pension, collapsed on the PO floor and died of a massive heart attack.) The gypsy then went on to talk about my husband's 17 year old nephew, who 5 minutes from home was killed on his motorbike, and how my brother-in-law and sister-in-law had taken it so badly and shut themselves away from the world. These things were very personal and specific to me, they were not generalised happenings.
Fast forward to 2016 and I lost my dad, I was totally bereft. I'm an only child and we were like two peas in a pod. In desperation for some sort of communication from him, I went to spiritualist meetings every Sunday evening, where there would always be a guest medium. Several people in the room would get personal messages, names, descriptions, dates, but despite attending every week for almost a year, I got nothing. I would leave the hall, get in my car and cry. I felt so miserable, desperate, devastated, why didn't my dad come through to me? I couldn't take it any longer and stopped going. I believe in the afterlife, but I have now left my dad in peace. I truly believe his spirit is all around me, and that he can oversee family occasions, seeing my darling granddaughters and daughter-in-law who he didn't get to meet but would have loved.
I imagine him in heaven (as I like to call it) cuddling my gorgeous 13 year old Yorkshire Terrier, who he loved dearly, and I hope that he is reunited with my stillborn sister, his daughter, and that she is getting his love and care that she didn't get to experience in this life 🤗.
We will all be together in the future 🥰.