Warren says he still sees the three boys occasionally in their beloved stomping grounds, while by now I no longer see or feel them in the garden or sprawled upon the living room mat. I believe they’ve moved on, and what Warren is seeing is an imprint left upon the environment. It’s a fairly common thing,reportedly,but it’s not the deceased person any more than a photo or a film is the person depicted in it.
That’s my opinion, anyway.
I find that post-death sightings draw heavy fire from skeptics and materialists – usually explained away as a hodgepodge of grief, human memory and extreme longing to see the beloved again.
They could be on fairly safe ground, there. But something they hardly ever address is the issue of synchro-death sightings. I think I just made that word up. I mean, of course, the cases where a vision of the deceased is received at the moment or slightly before the moment of death.
It’s much harder to explain away – I think I’ve mostly heard mutterings of chance and selection bias invoked to explain them – in other words, if you receive a visit or a vision of a loved one at the moment of their death, even if you had no idea they were anywhere near to dying, it’s something that happens fairly regularly(the visitation or vision) and you just remembered this one time as it proved to be significant afterwards.
Pardon me, but that’s one of the weakest explanations I’ve ever heard. I was certainly not in the habit of seeing visions of my Dad at about the age of 25. Not then, not now.
I had no inkling of the fact that he was ill -in fact, I don’t think anyone saw this death coming.
Yet on the day he dies I received this very odd vision of Dad, head and shoulders only, looking – yes – around age 25 or so. That’s all. No sound, just vision. No reasons given.
And the next day when I’m paging through the newspaper I read his death notice.
I know it’s not proof to anybody else. But dammit, it doesn’t have to be.
It’s just the right amount of proof for me that we’re not just the physical components of our bodies. That something else is involved in our living and dying, and – what the heck – I may as well call it Spirit.