I was wondering if anyone here believes in life after death? If so would you care to share why or why not?
I just want this settled within myself so i am not thinking about it so much...
Up until October 2011, i never questioned there is a soul, whatever, that moves on.
THEN my son killed himself. It was devastating of course. ... But so final. And really empty. Since he has been dead, there has just been nothing what so ever. Seen the place he died (walked into his friends house and did so, the family let me come there about 3 weeks later). I went in and they even left me alone for a time, and nothing. I thought maybe i would feel some trace, but i did not. Been to the burial site once, but still, he s just not there... That's why i never went back.
My grandma died Aug 5. Her and i were very close. They raised me mostly, and then her and i were like best friends until dementia got her a year ago. Same with her. Nothing. .. Just like my son... no dreams, no "ghosts", no smelling their familiar scents... not a damn thing.
I conclude regularly that there is nothing beyond this. We live, the unexpected sometimes happen, and then we die. And it is final.....
EXCEPT i get tripped up on that when i remember my childrens father. 16 months after my oldest son died, he did the same thing. But in his bedroom. Died the same way as my oldest.
He and his family were horribly strained so it ended up left to me to clear his place out after death. It took many days because he never threw anything away... One night i was there late and called my aunt just for a break, and during our talk she tried to lighten things up by telling me a funny story of someone we know.....
Just after i started laughing there was this horrid feeling of anger in the room almost MOVING,, toward ME. I looked direction of hallway cause it was almost like someone was there walking fast toward where i was in the kitchen. But i was alone... This was so strong that i said to my aunt "I have to go", and i ran out the house. Didn't even stop to lock the door behind me, i didn't care, i ran to my car and to the hotel i was staying at. After that i didn't go in and finish the job myself. I asked for help but didn't ever tell anyone why.
^^^ that is no proof of anything tho. Cause i didn't see anything whatever BUT it was as real as someone in person running at you while they are really pissed off, and i will never forget that feeling.
But i was wondering on other people's thoughts on this subject and why?
Edited by camirae, 22 August 2017 - 08:03 AM.