This is the kind of true story we need to read for Hallowe’en. It just proves to me that the spirit lives on after death.
I posted this in 2014, and reblog it most years around the time of Halloween. I don’t celebrate the festival myself, but I know almost everyone else does. This is a true story, and I have reposted it again for the benefit of the new followers who will not have seen it previously.
I have never really believed in the supernatural. Ghosts, apparitions, reincarnation, life after death, and all things associated with these. Not that I wouldn’t have liked to, it just didn’t seem plausible. Psychics can often appear to be very accurate. They claim to know things about you, even to be communicating with a family member, long since dead. Unfortunately, their ‘gifts’ are very easily debunked, and like most of these things, it has to come down to simple belief. And I don’t believe it.
My paternal grandmother was a great character. She had a very dark complexion…
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Stevie Turner 
I had a similar experience with the sense of smell after my mother passed away. After she died I decided to take a blue rocking type chair that she would often sit in at her home. I placed it in a sitting room just off my bedroom. About two months after her death my daughter and I were in the sitting room talking about my mom when all of a sudden we both smelled a strong yet familiar pleasant scent that was always present in her home. We both looked at each other with wide eyes. I somehow believe this was her spirit letting us know she was okay.
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Yes I’ve had a similar experience. For some reason all my clothes often smell of my mother’s perfume 4 years after her death.
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So interesting isn’t it?
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Yes, it’s fascinating.
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I appreciate the reblog, Stevie.
Best wishes, Pete.
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