Here is a story of fiancee’s experience of after earthly life communication.
SCOTT ( 1959-2003)
I walked in the house one night to find my fiance lying on the floor in a pool of blood, a shotgun lying near his body. After the shock and horror subsided, it became my quest to find out if Scott was in heaven. I couldn’t stand the thought of him just being in the ground or someplace where he hadn’t found the peace I know he needed.
I never enjoyed hiking, but Scott did, and I would go just to be with him. One afternoon while we were standing in one of his favourite places in the nearby state park, he told me that if he ever died, I would find his spirit soaring like an eagle in this place. Six months after he passed, I was feeling inconsolable so I went to the park to try to find his spirit as an eagle. As soon as I arrived there, I saw an eagle, but I didn’t feel anything special because there were always eagles there.
Next I went to talk with our pastor, who assured me Scott was in heaven, but I left there unconvinced. I needed to know for sure. I prayed and asked Scott to help me with this.
When Scott and I were together, we had a little game we played. If either of us found a penny, we would pick it up and keep it in our wallet for good luck. When we found another penny, we replaced the one in our wallet, and threw the previous penny over a shoulder for someone else to find. Scott would do this and would come home and tell me that he had found a new good luck penny. It was a kind of fun thing for us.
The night I came home from talking with our pastor, I was cleaning some candle wax off the glass kitchen table) and I noticed something on the floor next to one of the legs. I will never forget the flood of joy as I picked up a penny, but it was no ordinary penny. Someone had cut the center of the penny into the a shape of an angel in a flowing gown. The date was still readable, and it was 1998, the very same year Scott and I started a committed relationship. The previous day I had swept my hardwood floors and nobody had been in my house since. I can’t tell you how deeply I felt that I had found what I had been seeking. For me, this penny, which I always wear on a chain around my neck, confirms that my Scott is somewhere, peaceful and safe.
Source: From the book “Dying to Be Free” by Beverly Cobain and Jean Larch