Life After Death?

Do you believe in life after death? Spiritual connection? I never used to believe any of the stuff before, at one point I claimed to be an atheist. I had a series of awakenings and at my lowest point I discovered God (but that’s a whole different blog). Before I became a believer I probably had events or manifestations from relatives that had passed but I was so blind to notice. If you have been following me for a while you might remember my connection with my Grandma and the series of events that happened after her passing. If not, I’ll explain some of the things that have happened …

My grandma was a very religious person, if you ever met her she would tell you her stories and would express what Christ meant for her and all the wonderful things that he had done for her. Now, she was a woman who had suffered all her life, ate from dumpsters, was almost sold to an older man and struggled her whole life but somehow she always had a happy giving spirit and everyone who met her could testify how amazing she was. She always did she wished to die in a peaceful way, just like her mom (she also died from a heart attack). The day of her death she was wearing her favorite color and she passed away in CHURCH! How crazy is that? Everything in her funeral services seemed like she had “planned it.” The day of her passing she was supposed to act a monologue that all her granddaughters performed and her service was a wonderful celebration of her life.

A month after my grandma passed away, my mom went to Mexico for some medical and cosmetic procedures she had to take care of. When she was there she went to see a lady who did her Botox and facials, the lady told her she had something to tell her. She told her her mom was there and she wanted to tell her something, now this lady was not trying to get paid for her “medium” services or make any money from giving this information to my mom. At this point my mom was freaking out and at the same time she was so skeptical because (like me) she never believed in those things. The lady told her many things about their personal relationship and stuff that my grandma wanted to express to her. She then continued to tell her that she wanted my mom to know that she loved the baby girl so much. My mom never told the lady she had daughters or even a granddaughter. So my mom replied “oh it must be my Sofia, she’s 3 years old” the lady said “no she’s talking about a baby.” So my mom just left it like that thinking she was talking about Sofia.

A few months later, beginning of February, I found out I was pregnant. A week before I was going to have a gender reveal, I had a dream. My grandma had made a piñata for my gender reveal. She loved making piñatas filled with balloons for parties. In my dream I knocked the piñata over by accident and all the pink balloons fell over. I put them back in and I was so mad they had made a piñata for me because I wanted smoke guns, but I was more mad because I ruined the surprise, so I started crying out of anger. I woke up crying but at this point I was crying because I didn’t want my grandma to think I was ungrateful, her gesture was beautiful, even though I had ruined it.

When we had my gender reveal, everything in me was telling me I was having a girl. When I saw the pink smoke I cried out of joy and excitement. It was seriously such a majestic moment, I could feel my grandma there.

A month ago Sofia was at my mom’s house. Out of nowhere she told my mom “Grandma I talk to my abuelita” my mom was so surprised and asked her again if she even knew who her abuelita was, Sofia pointed at her picture. She said “yeah I talk to her on my Minnie computer, she told me that she loves me and she said bye my princess.” My grandma used to call her “princesita” and how would she remember that, I don’t know. My mom could not believe why she es hearing. I asked. Sofia had mentioned to me that she missed her abuelita and that she wanted to go to her house. When I asked what her abuelita says to her when she talks to her she said “she tells me that I can come to her house and that she’s with her Papa.” That absolutely blew my mind. In a letter that my grandma wrote to us (we don’t even know when she wrote it before she passed away) she told us the day she died she was in a happy place with God and her Dad that she had always wished to have met.

Today in her tumbling class she told the kids how much she missed her abuelita, that she died but she talks to her. I couldn’t help but smile. I had a beautiful connection with my grandma and she has come to my dreams many times but to know that she speaks to my daughter is a feeling I can’t even describe.