My grandmother was very spiritual. And she used to tell me when she started getting really sick that she would be gone one day but that her soul would always be around. She said the good souls go to heaven, and the ones that choose to, become angels. And that's where angels come from.
And that even tho I couldn't see her she was there and she could hear me. And she would try to show me a sign. She told me to look up at the stars at night and look for the brightest one, and that that was her.
The other night there wasn't a star in the sky and just as I was talking about it I swear one star appeared bright as can be. I know she heard me.
I said this to someone earlier who recently experienced losing someone close to them. And I just read it again and I wanted to share this with everyone because it is so beautiful.
To everyone that's ever lost someone they love, I truly believe that they are still out there somewhere, you just need to look for them, with an open mind.