My Grandfather showed me that love lives on beyond death.

Years ago, when my now 12yo daughter was just a couple of weeks old, I was lying in bed one morning (around 10am) feeding her. Anywho, while lying there, as wide awake as any parent of a newborn can possibly be, admiring my beautiful baby girl, I felt an overwhelming feeling of love and contentment come over me. I looked across to the side of the bed and saw my Grandfather's legs and feet, from the knees down, just standing there checking out his newest granddaughter. I knew he was telling me not to worry, he knew who she was, that he loved her, and me, and that he'd be watching over her too. All this and more was conveyed by this wonderful loving feeling, which seemed to last for a few minutes, before fading with those beloved legs, leaving me feeling an incredible sense of absolute freedom and happiness.

As a sensitive person, I have had quite a few experiences, not all of them pleasant, but this one is one of my favourite, beautiful encounters. When I think about it I can almost feel that feeling he bought to me, and I thank him again for being my amazing Grandpa and showing me that our love never dies, it is us.