Life After Death

I remember going to my first funeral. We traveled a few states away to attend this. My mother’s uncle had passed and they felt it was okay I attend. I was pretty upset only a few years before, because I didn’t get to go to my grandpa’s funeral. I was in kindergarten and remember feeling left out in that I couldn’t say goodbye.

I remember it like it was yesterday, looking at the casket as he lay there, and his wife crying over him and his sisters, all aged of course, they must have been in their 60’s. Being a typical Italian family, they were in the back talking about his life and trying to make things right, and going over past negative arguments and trying to make sense of his passing, and trying to find peace in it.

I remember, while observing all of this chaos, thinking to myself that he is here; he is observing us and watching his funeral. I felt he was at the foot of his coffin. I could see a figure once I focused my eyes, and I realized he was in fact not dead – his energy was alive!

Of course you don’t die. Nobody dies. Death doesn’t exist. You only reach a new level of vision, a new realm of consciousness, a new unknown world – Henry Miller

He manifested to me in the form of the man he was when he was alive. I looked at him and I saw him staring at me, and smiling. I think he knew I was a bit scared.

I remember my other grandpa holding my hand during this time, as we sat and listened to the preacher speak of his life. I also remember bowing my head to pray, and when doing this, I felt a hand on my head, there was pressure to this touch. At the time I knew it was an Angel touching my head, but I remember wanting to turn my head to make sure it wasn’t my mom or dad, or someone giving me emotional support.

After the priest said “Amen”, I quickly turned around and the touch was still there, but no living person was. I felt very comfortable knowing it was an Angel. I have always believed in Angels, and I trusted them to be protective of children, as that is what I read and knew to be true.

The hand on my head was the first confirmation to me that they are with me, and I know children experience this all the time, but may not remember these experiences. Yes, they do happen.

Death is nothing else but going home to God, the bond of love will be unbroken for all eternity – Mother Teresa

I remember also seeing my uncle at the foot of the coffin, and there was an animal lying on the floor, as if waiting to carry him off to Heaven. I don’t know what the animal was, but it was large?

When it was my time to say my goodbye, I touched his hand. At this moment, I will never forget, a flower from one of the vases moved! He used to always give me flowers, and this flower moving was his way of saying “this is for you”.

I never took the flower, but his sister pulled it out and gave it to me, and I held it when he was being buried. I get teary thinking about this even today. The things we remember from childhood!

My great uncle was a great man and he always made me laugh. He told me ghost stories, and made being a kid fun. He let me see him after he died, and I got to experience the touch of an Angel. I will never forget this. That was my first experience with the afterlife, at the tender age of seven.