Death is overrated

Seriously. I think it is. So many people worry their lives away on its approach.

Think about it this way, if you can.

When you die, you don't suffer death for all eternity, it is just a mere passing moment, a transition from one state of being into the next. I think we fear the change into something unknown, at least we think to be unknown.

I am one to believe that when we die, we arent gone. Reason being, there were points after family members deaths that i felt I had a close encounter with.

When I was younger, every once in a while, I would see my grandma strolling down the hallway near the bedroom area. Sometimes I can feel presences of things around me that left to be unseen, and there was one time that helped to affirm my belief in the life here after.

One evening, i was sitting in my bed, feeling miserable about something that had happened during my day...i really cant remember what cuz this was aaaages ago. So, there I was, looking towards the window in my room, the sun was nearly, if not already set and I started to get the feeling that I wasnt alone in the room. About a year prior, my dad's dad had passed on. Now, my grandpa lived with us until my early teens and then he had a stroke and that knocked quite alot of wind out of him, as well as his sight, et cetera. For such a wonderful and funny human being, he was suffering a great deal more than he deserved. Then the first of December either about 5 or 6 years ago now, he was in the hospice due to his internal organs shutting down. It's crazy to think, as I was looking at a phamplet*sp* that went through the process of what happens when the organs start turning off in ones body as their live pear shapes to a means of an end.

My sister and I had decided not to go to the hospice, cuz the time was drawing near and I really didnt want to see him go or have that lasting impression of my grandfather drifting into a unknown and not seeing him again.

My mom and my dad were at my grandfather's side, when he(his name was Frank, fyi) became so wide eyed as though he were looking at something and smiling. My dad being privey to understanding more of the unknown, if you get my drift, saw/knew that what he was staring at was none other than those that had passed before him and guides and angels that have been there for him during his life time. Now, for those that are a bit skeptic by the info prior, this might change your tune with what i say next. Now, sometimes when people suffer strokes, body parts et cetera are left paralyzed from the shock of it. In this case, my grandpa's left arm had been paralyzed for close to 2 months at that point.

Now, after the point in which my grandpa started to become awfully alert of his surroundings, he looked at my dad that was at his bedside, he then lifted his arm that had been paralyzed for 2 MONTHS and put it on my dad's hand.

My parents then came home, and for some reason, i felt the need to be strong and not cry about my grandfather's death. My sister, dad, and I were all in a group hug, but I was the only one not crying, cuz i wanted to be there for my family.

At the wake, my sister had come up with the idea, that in tribute to my grandpa's life that she would play, 'you are the sunshine of my life' on her saxophone, accompanied by my father, so we set up gear next to the coffin. It was more of a celebration of his life, and we expect he would have wanted nothing less. So, when it came to the point for me to go up, I had decided to sing 'Angel' by Sarah Mclachlan, cuz it was the tune I always sang at gigs with my dad and was use to, and thought appropriate.

I got up to the front, which was more of a left of front, where the piano was set up and stood by my dad. I started to sing Angel, but then it got to the second verse. Now, you recall how I said i didnt cry when my grandpa died and felt the need to be strong for the family? Well, this was my official breaking point, in front of 100 or so people.

As i was singing, i was choking on my tears that bursted out of nowhere and the words became more of a struggle as I was ppushing them out of me, along with gurglings of my sobs, all the while trying to breath. And what didnt help the cause, was that when i was looking out for some comfort in the people before me, there was not a dry eye or face that I could cling on to, which propeled me deeper into heaves of sobs and snotted bliss.

I then got a hug from my dad, who was maintaining his composer rather badly and gave me the tightiest squeeze of my life, but it didnt matter cuz i had no breath in me to push out. I went to my mom and sister and got hugs as well and maybe just as tight. It was a happy-sad moment, but I had finally released inside of me what i had been holding on, the emotion that wanted to escape out of me, so as to not hurt me any longer.

Just before though, one thing that i noticed when my dad was getting up to do my grandpa's eulogy, out of more than the corner of my eye, plain daylight if it must be said, i noticed something moving along the sides of the funeral hall room. It was clear, but i still noticed it and it moved towards the front. As I was watching it trail up to the front, it then got behind my dad. Now, how my dad was standing in front, there was a white wall. With this white wall, i could already see his aura, which is the hazy bits around any living object that can be noticed if you relax your eyes just above someone. Now, my dad's aura at that time was a bit tall, but once this figure went behind my dad, this aura shot up about 3-4 feet about his head. No joke. From my own eyes.

After the ceremony, I asked my mom and sister. "Did you guys happen to notice something..." and before I could complete my thought, my mom and sister said, "yes!" My sister, my mom, and Nora(a family friend and fellow clairvoyant) all quoted the same events happening, so it just wasnt for my eyes.

So that was one definite proof of something after this life. OOPS!! I forgot to finish the first story but jumped into this one...

Okay, so back to me being in my room, miserable and its evening by this time. I was just chilling in my room when all of a sudden I felt a presence. I looked near the window and i saw a strange hazy bit of light that wasnt quite in form and when i asked my self,something answered right away....what i started to ask my self was, who was this? and before i could complete, i KNEW that it was my grandpa visiting, letting himself be known that he was still around looking over the family.

I believe that its not us that should worry so much about loved ones passed, it is more of the fact that passed loved ones worry about us and what we do with our lives, cuz they are already on the otherside and know what its like.

So, this is one of my entries for the day...talk later.