I definately believe there is life after death.When my father passed away,my mother had given me some of his pajama tops that I slept in some nights. But every morning while taking a shower getting ready for work I would break down in tears. I thought I was going to have a breakdown. One day I decided to take his pajamas and put them on top of my closet. While on the chair, I felt a hand on my shoulder,my hair on my neck stood up and I turned really cold. All I could do is say Dad ? and I looked around a saw a perfect figure of a short man wearing a hat and a longer jacket shaking is head no walking out my bedroom door.I was in such shock I couldn't do or say anything for a minute but when I went to look for him he was gone. And since that day I never cried over my father. Strange but true !!!!
Life isn't about how you survive the storm, but how to dance in the rain !
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