My mother died in december of 2005. Because of my sister's illness and old feelings of resentment, my sister never told me my mother was sick, when she was hospitalized or even when she died. I missed the funeral. The day she died I was up in the mountains of our state, and a snow began to fall. It was a very heavy snow, but it only lasted about ten minutes. Later, after seeing the death certificate, I realized the snowfall coincided with the time of her death.
My mother had an untreated illness and she died from alcoholism. I grew up a very nervous child and was often scared by her. She often was violent. After I left home, we were never close.
Well, about two months ago, in my new apartment, I was sleeping and suddenly I knew there was someone in the room with me. I remember that I opened my eyes just for an instant to see who was there and standing across the room by my bedroom door was my mother, a glowing light emanating from her body and a sweet, so heartbreakingly sweet smile on her face... She looked so innocent and child-like... but I was terrified and cursed at her and said "get out of here right now!" that was how I woke up.
I have cried many times about this experience, as I am now, wishing I could see her one more time. But I know she is as peace, and that she did the best she could and that she just wanted to check in and see her little girl, now all grown up. There was no trace of menace in her; she was completely at peace and it is this certainty that I carry with me in my heart. Her life was brutal; now she is with God. The after-life is very real, and just sitting here thinking about that just blows my mind.
"matter can neither be created nor destroyed; it merely changes form..."
Remember this if you have any doubts whatsoever. Our evolution of spirit after physical death is a natural law. And incidentally, i feel watched all the time in my apartment, and while it is unsettling, it doesn't scare me. And it is always this feeling that wakes me up in the morning. I wonder if it's mom...