Rather than put it as a Yes or No question, think of it as an ongoing dialogue to explore the purpose of the communication that is possible through contact with those who passed. Sometimes there can be deep meaning, if you are open to it. Talk to your father again, and ask him if his siblings spoke? Did he have a feeling that they were giving him a message? How does he feel about his encounters? Just sidestep the issue of whether or not you "believe."

All I can say for sure is my own experience. My grandfather died a very long, torturous death from complications of Parkinson's Disease. This former Sailor and carpenter had lost almost all function of his limbs and they became spastic and stiff. His mind was fully functioning, but he was unable to speak in more than a whispered mumble. In the last weeks of his death, much of the family came together to keep vigil over him 24/7. With so many people in the house, you just slept where you could find a free sofa or recliner.

About a week after he died, I had a vivid dream that began with me sleeping on the living room sofa as I often did during those last weeks. I awoke in my dream and walked into the kitchen. Grandpa was standing there with the biggest grin on his face. His grin was so big, and his back was so straight and he was so strong-looking. He was the Grandpa that took us swimming and pitched wiffle balls to us kids, not the Grandpa that had been in so much pain. I also noticed at that point that I shrunk, and was now looking up at him as he is grinning at me. He handed me a dish of vanilla ice-cream with chocolate chips in it. He didn't speak, he just kept smiling. I thank God that this image will be engraved in my mind forever.

I've wondered many times what this experience was. Was it Grandpa's actual spirit conversing with me? Was it God giving me consolation during my grief? Was is just my imagination? I don't know and I'm not concerned about it. It was something good. And I'll accept it for what it was.

There's another one concerning Grandpa, but I've already wrote so much already! I guess this has been a good outlet for me.

Yes I believe. I used to be able to predict happenings to the point where family made me stop telling them.
This land that I live on has only had four owners since the beginning of time. Wm. Penn, his son and two farmers, now me. I don't know how many buildings have been on this property nor where they were. This house is now ten years old and I have been seeing 'whiffs' of something flying around since I first moved in.
I am at peace with this but sometimes startled.
Quilter 68 p.s. I have more incidents but thats for later.

I had a college professor a million yrs ago(I'm 61 yrs young) explain that your body is made up of electrical charges, when you die, those electrical charges are still in the air...so, yep, I do believe...there have been a few from the 'spirit' world of my relatives that I've enjoyed seeing again...Naomi
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Oh,yes! As a child, I actually saw the same ghost over and over in our home and when I was older, my mama finally confirmed that she had seen it too!

The most personal one is this. My mama LOVED wind chimes. When she passed, we put a garden hook at her gravesite with a small wind chime on it. My dad passed a little over a year later. At the end of his graveside service, when all the guests had left and it was just us 4 kids, the wind chime tinkled. Now you probably think it was the actual wind. No, there was no wind that day, not even a tiny breeze; it was perfectly still and quiet at their graveside. We all looked at each other and smiled. We totally believe that was my mama letting us know that daddy was with her now and everything would be ok!

I don't know - but there have been times when I would have sworn a cat was stomping around on the bed. And there were no live cats in the bedroom.

Most definatley. When my grandfather died, I was crushed. He had cancer for several years and was suffering, so I knew it was for the best, but I could not console myself to the fact that I had so much to say and never said it. He was a very special part of my life and I let him down, anyway, not long after he passed, I was sitting in my rocking chair crying, and he put his hand on my shoulder told me he loved me and he was in a better place. He also told me he would always be there. I have felt him many times and it brings me great comfort.

I have really enjoyed reading all the post on "ghosts or spirits" too.... I believe that when we die or pass on, that we are "gone' forever...

I often will feel the presence of one of my past animals or family member.. I believe they are still with us. I hope so..

I am definitely open to the possibility. After my brother died, I was standing in a Sam's - near the checkouts. The store was not busy and there was no one standing near me. I felt a cool breeze on my face and a strong whiff of my brother's cologne (Devon). I turned around to see if someone walked by and there was no one. My husband "poo-poo'd" this. Then, a few months later he was walking through the living room and stopped short and said "do you smell that?" no, what? He said "I smell Barry's cologne". I didn't. This has happened to him a few more times over the years. So I think we are experiencing a connection to my brother. This gives me comfort.

Wow, this is such an interesting post!!!

I feel, like a few have mentioned, that you have to be open to experiencing a presence. I strongly believe in guardian Angels and I have listened to people talk about seeing loved ones, so yes, I do believe.

I recently fell off a ladder while doing some yard work. I should not have been doing it, I have had neck surgery and there is an titanium apparatus back there that holds my neck up and together. But....The last thing I remember is cutting the tree branch, seeing the ground come up to my face quickly and praying that my neck wouldn't snap on impact. Then the next thing I remember is sitting on a chair in my kitchen trying to call my DH because something was wrong with my arms. When he arrived home, he asked what had I been doing. I told him and he said the ladder is exactly where we keep it and there is no way you could have gotten up out of the corner without help. And yet, there I sat. The clippers were laying beside a crushed bush so he knew I had fallen. We went to the ER and my arm was dislocated and the other arm was badly strained. I have thought and thought about that incident and the only explanation is my Angels helped me up and into the house. No other person was around.

I DEFINITELY do believe in Angels now!!!!