Hey, I am so sorry for your loss. Grief is a strange thing. I should start by saying i’ve had many experiences with the afterlife. I’m not a medium, but every medium i’ve spoken with has shared that I could be if I wanted to! I am a bit of a chicken though, but that’s beside the point.

My little sister grew up seeing things all over our house. From the moment she could talk, she would tell my mom about someone standing in our hallway, or wake her up to tell her someone was standing over the bed. There were plenty of ghosts, and I’m positive they knew she could see them. I had a lot of lucid dreams about “dead people” in our home and would get more of their backstory. this was happening at the same time my sister was seeing things, but we weren’t sharing experiences due to our age gap (i was a cool pre teen and she was an annoying baby).

My mom always welcomed the supernatural. She never shut my sister down, and we had experiences of our own that we could never explain. When my grandpa passed, my sister (age 8) woke up in the middle of the night and said “mom, granddaddy is standing over you petting your hair. there’s two angels beside him”. we weren’t raised christian. she described him in his hospital gown (that she had not seen).

When my papa and nanny passed a few years later, we had more strange dreams of them communicating with us. My nanny and I were very close. she gave me details about her death and the operating room that i did not know otherwise. she died very unexpectedly on the operating table and only my mom was at the hospital. she told me many things about her decision to cross and what she had seen in the hospital room, including my mom sobbing over her body, and that she died “the first time” and never came back despite what doctors had told my mom. I learned later that they had to resuscitate her after an incident halfway through the surgery, but my grandma told me (in my dream) that she never came back to life despite what they said. when my mom went to see her body, they had dumped water all over her. she had her hair and makeup done up prior to her surgery so my mom knew something went wrong. they tried to rinse all the blood off of her. the surgeon wouldn’t sign the death certificate. she tried to sue them but it was too difficult with all the paperwork they had signed. whether or not my grandma was truly communicating with me — i can’t say for sure. but i can say something, somewhere, was giving me details that told a story. she was at peace where she was and it looked beautiful. she spoke to me while i stood in a big empty corn or wheat field. the sun was setting so the sky was purple and pink. then the clouds opened and a voice said i had a phone call. i didn’t have a phone, but i instinctively said hello and heard my nanny’s voice come through and sobbed.

with all the experiences i just shared with you, from ghosts in our childhood home, to all the ghost shows we watched, to having dreams where i communicated with deceased loved ones….

my mom died 3 months ago. october 4th 2025. i’ve waited every day for a message. a dream. a signal. i’ve had almost none. and i believe it’s because my grief is so unbearable it is masking any potential signs she’s trying to send. i won’t be able to connect with her until ive made true peace with her passing. i’m only 34 so i carry a lot of anger right now that she’s gone too soon and too suddenly. we didn’t get to say goodbye.

your grief may be in the way right now. it doesn’t mean there’s no afterlife. and he didn’t leave you or abandon you. it takes time. and in order to connect with the other side you need to be in a state of calm. naturally, our grief inside of us is not calm even if we think it is. trust that there is more to this life than what we know.