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Yes, I do. I guess you couldn’t really unless you’d experienced something supernatural – and I have.
Let’s just say I don’t absolutely disbelieve in them. I have certainly had the feeling they existed, and I don’t see any reason to insist otherwise.
Absolutely!!!
Many of you know about our son-in-law being KIA in Afghanistan. Buddy was very close with our oldest grandson who was around eighteen months old at the time of Buddy’s death.
One night our daughter was bathing our grandson and (in a happy voice) began saying, “HEY BUDDY! HEY BUDDY!” Our daughter asked him if he sees Buddy, “He right dare!” he exclaimed smiling and pointing to where he saw Buddy.
About a week or two later they were leaving our home and going to theirs (same neighborhood). Our grandson was sitting in the front seat an the window was down. They were driving very slow and again our grandson began exclaiming, “HEY BUDDY! HEY BUDDY!” while looking out the window next to the van and waiving.
So yeh, I’m not sure what to call them but there is something on the other side.
thats sweet!! 😀
That really is neat. It’s kind of like he’ll never be alone.
Yes I do!
I most certainly do.
I’ve only experienced something weird once. I thought I felt my fathers hand on my shoulder and it woke me up. It was the night before we buried him. It could have been my imagination, it never happened again. I’m the type of person, I have to see to believe…but I’m certainly not ruling it out.
Nope, but I have an open mind.
Absolutely, positively YES!