I have the big hurt right now. I keep expecting him to log onto Facebook and send me a message. Or a text. Or something that would symbolize that he is here. And then I remember that he isn’t. That the last text or IM I will ever receive is from August 12. That there was no tomorrow for him. Just me. And everyone that liked or loved him. 

And it bothers me so much knowing he isn’t going to respond. He isn’t going to reach out. He can’t. That I just can’t wrap my brain around…

I lost my lifemate 15 days ago. We viewed the body and have had the memorial. We were given ashes that were split up between his children, his sister, myself and two friends. I couldn’t function yesterday at all and the weekend was bad too. I don’t know how to figure out this grieving process. This isn’t the first person I have lost. It is the first person that I was in love with and had plans with. 

As part of a tribute to him, I am buying him a headstone and burying some of…

​​Hello, My name is Amanda, I actually came across this page literally by accident however I have a strong feeling it "wasn't accidental" I was actually looking for information about "signs" from loved ones because every time I am outside a dragonfly appears and just hovers around until I go back inside, at first I didn't think much of it but here recently I began really noticing the pattern and it's honestly every time I am outside at my home (many times throughout the day) so I decided to…

It has been 4 years since my mom died.  I still think about it every day, and can't seem to look past it.  I know I need to go grocery shopping.  I know I need to entertain my 4 year old but before I do anything today I want to share what has helped me tremendously in making my mom's death easier to live with.

The first thing that helps is remembering her and being stubborn about NOT letting her go.  I don't have to let my mom go.  She already went.  The thing I do have to do is admit…

After a year not a soul walk threw that door to help and I was in a very bad place. I now stand and sorry the excuses are hurtful. One year and I did it all. I was broken for many months. All I wanted was someone to hold me and just keep my mind straight. I have loss friends because I guess I never knew I was as strong as steel. I needed no one. They were wrong. Yes I ask for help.

 sometimes its really hard to identify exactly what were really feeling. is it sadness ? or maybe its loneliness. perhaps its the anger at the people who left us that were not sure if were allowed to feel. instead if trying to asses what were really going through and create a plan of how to really give ourselves the care that we really deserve. we just cover it with avoidance and a cold shoulder. We find ourselves drifting off to nowhere. we hate the world around us for being so cruel . we…

anger,confusion,denial. i thing we have all been there. and to some degree we still are. but when the whole world seems like such a dark place. we need to look inside and find somewhere safe,somewhere where we gather the courage to get up in the morning to go out into the world and most importantly to reach out. i know i will always be there for someone else why shouldn't ii trust that other people will do the same?

I can't stop dreaming about them...

Whenever he's in my dream he's either alive and happy, or hating me.

Whether the dream is good or bad, it feels like it destroys a part of my soul.

I wake up and for a few blissful moments he's still alive. Then I remember it was a dream, and it's like he dies all over again. 

I can hear the police knocking at my door to tell me. I can feel the empty horror, I can see the faces of the people who were around me contorted…

Everyone keeps telling me to just remember the good times with him, that it'll be better if I just remember the good times.

So I try.

They make me laugh, but they hurt so much. for every happy moment that runs through my mind, I feel like my heart gets torn a bit more.

I loved him, I love him. So much, and it hurts so much.

He was goofy, and funny, and cynical.

He loved to complain about things, like pop music. He…

Reading through these experiences has helped me some in my (ongoing) grieving process. It's a collection of personal experiences with after-death communication and near-death experiences. If you have had a personal experience you can click submit an experience to add to the collection. 

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Our daughter Samantha died on May 6, 2018.  She was a healthy, vibrant 29 year old woman.  She was hitting stride with her career and loving her independence.   She fractured her ankle on April 13th.  Autopsy showed that she had a massive pulmonary embolism as a result of blood clots from the fracture.  

We are broken.  My husband and I recently retired and live 3 provinces away.  Our son, Danny and Samantha shared a house together.   Danny found Sam in her bedroom, gone.  

How…

Came across this quotation, attributed to Kafka:

     "The meaning of life is that it stops."

  Just noticed it by chance, and not sure if the attribution is accurate.  For some reason it has really grabbed my attention -- many hours have passed, but I keep turning it over in my mind.  

Today it has been 4 weeks since my younger brother commited suicide and it still feels like it was today when my dad called me at work to tell me he was gone... I wake uo everyday thinking it was a dream and he's still here, but then I see his picture and I cry, realizing it wasnt a dream and that he really is gone. I just miss him so much, the pain is unbearable... I dream of going to his funeral over and over and me crying when I saw his peaceful face in the casket when i got to say…