I've always believed in the afterlife. It is comforting to believe that we simply "pass" from this life into the next. But I believe in it for other reasons than just comfort - I have had several experiences in my lifetime that have made me feel that our spirits still live after our body dies. I'm not going so far as to say that I'm psychic, or even "sensitive", but I have had several instances where I've felt/seen/heard spirits, ghosts, or whatever you want to call them. I had one such instance last night.
I had just gotten the girls out of the bath. We were on my bed getting dressed. Like we usually do, we were laughing, singing, and even wrestling a bit. The girls were happy and having fun. I had a very strong impression that my grandfather was there watching - I didn't see him or anything, but I felt his presence strongly. He loved little children - most especially his own grand and great-grand children - and I'm sure he would have loved being a part of our playtime. I probably wouldn't have even given my feelings a second thought, but Bryn did something that confirmed my feelings.
She stopped her jumping on the bed, and came over to me to give me one of her big bear-hugs (she's practically famous for them). She told me that she loved me, but then looked past me and said "I so sorry that your grandpa died." She then looked back at me, and gave me another hug. The doorway was to my back, and Bryn appeared to be looking at something in the doorway. I even turned around to see what she was looking at, but there was nothing there. I think she saw my grandpa standing there.
I love knowing that he is still watching out for me.