There are believers and there are not.
It has always been my belief that there is something more after we die. And that it is saddest for those left behind, whereas the spirit goes on to party :-) Or something similar. I believe souls linger for a while in heaven and then when the time is right they enter a specially chosen baby about to be born, ready to live their 'next life'. Of course, each to their own and all that.
The idea that the spirits of those we love watch over us after they're gone became even more important to me after Jayden died. I desperately needed to cling on to the hope that he was still somewhere. And over the months and years he has proven this by sending me the most amazing signs.
Most recently (just the other day in fact), I walked into a gift shop at a local shopping centre. At the doorway, to my right, was a stand of little dinosaur piggy banks for kids. Personalised - of course. The very first one I laid eyes on was purple and named "Jaydenosaurus" - of course! But that's not all. My eyes travelled from there directly up to the sign on top of the stand and focused on a photograph of one of the piggy banks. The name on it was "Meganosaurus" (hey, that's me). True story.
Sure, it could have been a coincidence. But I learnt a long time ago there are no such things as coincidences.
x Meagan x
