The night my grandfather died in 1974 and I was 11 years old, his spirit came to me with a persistent message, “Tell Stell (my grandmother) everything is going to be o.k.”
Earlier that day as he lay dying in his ICU hospital room, he said to all of us, “I can go now Marv is here.” We did not know what he was talking about- Marv was not here. But at that very moment my grandfather said that, and then passed away, my great uncle walked into the hospital main door from northern Michigan.
In every culture, across every age, people have felt their loved ones’ presence after death — a scent in the air, a sudden calm, a dream too vivid to dismiss.
Physics suggests that energy cannot be destroyed, only transformed.
Mystics, poets, and ordinary people who have brushed death return saying the same thing:
There is more.
