Our connections are beyond death

[jennasg]

I know our connections are beyond death because of several key incidents that have happened to me. The first was when I was around 3 when my aunt Joan died of brain cancer at age 34 in 1974. She and I were connected from my birth; we were born at the exact same time on the same day and I can still remember her because we were deeply attached to each other. I feel that she is one of my guardian angels. I am older now than she was at the age of her death but throughout my life there have been many coincidences. We had our first babies at the same age on the same day; our initials are the same; our social security numbers are off by one number; and scariest of all, we both began having headaches at the age of 24 but mine turned out to be benign where hers was a tumor the size of a grapefruit. I will never forget the day of her funeral. Being only a very little girl, I didn't grasp the concept of death and I remember looking for her because it seemed like my whole family was at my Grandma's house but her. When I asked where she was nobody really said anything but they hugged me hard and told me it would be okay which I didn't understand because that told me nothing about where she was. I got mad and went to go sit on my Grandma's big gold colored couch which was to the right of her front door if you were looking from the inside. I was all alone in the living room and I don't remember the door opening but I'll never forget looking over there and seeing my aunt Joan standing there and smiling at me. She was wearing a red shirtdress with white polkadots and an a-line skirt and she looked so peaceful and happy. Her hair was shining and bright and although she didn't say anything, I knew she was there just for me and my Grandma. She went into the back of the house then and I didn't see her anymore but seeing her had calmed me and for some reason I didn't tell anyone I saw her and it didn't occur to me that it was her spirit until I was 16 years old and I was sitting with my family in my Grandma's house and we were discussing her funeral. I told my Grandma then that I had seen her and what she looked like which brought us both to tears because she had seen Joan too that day and had kept quiet as well. The way I had finally realized it was her spirit was the simplest thing--it was her hair. At the time of her death she had lost all of her hair and wore a scarf due to aggressive radiation and chemotherapy but her spirit had beautiful brown hair. Love goes beyond death and is greater than it can ever become.