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I don't see dead people, but I do talk to them occasionally. You can, too. The truth is, I think we all have the ability to communicate with our dearly departed, because they never stop caring about us and they're always listening. Sometimes, they even start the conversation.
This past August marked the two-year anniversary of my father's death. I miss him terribly, but I know he's never far away -- I've felt his presence and heard his voice more times than I can count since the day he died. Usually the signs he sends me are subtle, little coincidences like hearing a certain song on the radio at the exact right moment. But other times, my dad really goes out of his way to get my attention.
I recently moved to a new home, a process that included many hours spent emptying out storage spaces and organizing closets and sorting through the contents of dusty boxes and thinking maybe it would be easier to just burn all of my belongings in a bonfire and start over. Late one night, exhausted and frustrated after a long day of relocation-related chores, I logged on to Facebook mindlessly, figuring it would be a good way to wind down before going to bed.
I was wrong! Immediately, my eyes went to a picture on the right hand side of the screen, under the "people you may know" heading -- a photograph of my father. With his name! WHAT?! As far as I knew, my father never had a Facebook account. I'd even searched for one after he died in a moment of feeling super sad and wanting to hang on to something, anything, of his.
"OH MY GOD!!" I screamed, scaring the hell out of my boyfriend. I pointed to my laptop screen. "Look!"
Now, my boyfriend, unlike me, is a skeptic. A tolerant, open-minded skeptic, but a skeptic nonetheless. So I was surprised when the color drained out of his face. "Oh my god," he said. He opened the bedside table drawer and pulled out a small photograph. "I found this on the floor today when we were packing -- I forgot to tell you." He handed me the picture -- it was the exact same photo my dad used for his profile pic. Even down to the tear in the corner.
"Oh my god," I said, again. Then I shut my laptop. I wasn't ready to absorb what just happened; I needed to get a good night's sleep before I could process anything this heavy.
But the next time I searched for my father's profile on Facebook, it was gone.
Do you ever talk to family members or friends who passed away?
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