You are Eternal- Grandma’s Spirit visits

My daughter was less than four years old. She woke up from her afternoon nap and walked to me in the other room. She said with a happy tone, “Naani (grandma) was here.” She called my mother, Naani.

My daughter was less than four years old. She woke up from her afternoon nap and walked to me in the other room. She said with a happy tone, “Naani (grandma) was here.” She called my mother, Naani.

Usually, I would have taken this statement for granted if my mom had been ‘alive’ and physically visiting us to stay with us for a few months. But her words got full attention from me because my mom had passed away, ‘died,’ cremated, and her last visit with us was over a year ago.

Background about my daughter

My daughter and I were both quiet people. She didn’t even speak in complete sentences whenever she did, rarely say something. Her only familiarity with my mom was due to my mom’s two extended visits to stay with us- once when she was born and the other when she was a toddler, a few months before my mom passed away.

My mom was a loving, affectionate, generous and kind human being with a beautiful smile, laughter, and playfulness. She had been undergoing some serious medical issues, so she couldn’t be as energetically active or lift much weight. But she still managed to play with my daughter and be present for her.

We had a swing set in the backyard with child seats. My mom would ask me to put my toddler daughter in the swing seat so she could push her on the swing for a long time.  Both enjoyed this activity 

My daughter didn’t know that my mom had passed away, nor had I discussed any details about her. We just had no conversations about her.  I had a few recent photos of my mom with short hair on the walls, and that’s the only way my daughter had seen her. She had never seen my mom’s photos of her younger days, nor did I have any to show her.

‘Naani was here.’

Did her announcement that ‘Naani was here’ shock me? No. Did I believe it? Yes, and here’s why: –

While my daughter was napping, I had gone into my study. As I entered, I stopped in my tracks.

I saw the little plastic toddler chair my mom had bought for my daughter during her last visit was sitting on top of my chair in the study room.

Who did that? How did that happen? There was no one else in the house that whole morning except my daughter and me.  The toddler chair was always in the dining room across the house from the study room. How did the chair move from one room to the other?

Additionally, my chair and the baby chair’s shape meant that balancing her chair on top would not be a child’s play. Anyone would have to put very carefully and precisely for the toddler chair to stay on top without falling.

After a moment or two, I smiled and knew that it would have to be my mom visiting and letting her presence known. It is just the kind of playfulness my mom would do to let us know she’s around.

I was already pleasantly surprised by the thought that my mom had visited us in Spirit when my daughter woke up from her nap an hour later and announced that ‘Naani was here.’

Continued Visits from Naani

Perhaps my mom continued to visit her granddaughter constantly, but I didn’t know until two years later.

When my daughter started first grade in her new school, she was still a quiet child. During her first week of school, I asked her what she did during recess and if she had made any new friends.

She happily mentioned that she enjoys recess very much because ‘Naani comes and plays’ with her. I could hardly believe that. I asked her for details

Naani visits the new house too

When my daughter finished her first grade, we moved to a different house a few miles away from the previous one. A few months later, I asked my daughter if Naani still visited her in the new home.

My daughter very casually said that ‘Yes, Naani visits here too.’

Now that my daughter was a little older, I figured she’d be able to describe some things more clearly. So I showed her my mom’s photo on the wall and asked her, “When Naani visits you does she look like this?” She said, “No, she looks different than this.”

It surprised me. For a moment, I suspected if the child had been talking about my mom visiting her all this time. Because if that’s not what my mom looked like to her, then there was no other way my daughter had ever seen my mom. I was curious to find out what did ‘Naani look like.’

At that time, like me, she couldn’t explain things verbally but was excellent at expressing with art. So, I gave this 2^nd grader paper and colored pencils and asked her if she’d draw how Naani looked like in her visits.

What she drew shocked me. It was a drawing of exactly how my mom looked in her late twenties/early thirties when I was a kid.  A beautiful young face, with big ‘bindi’ (red dot) on her forehead, long black hair pinned up in a bun on the back of her head.

There was no way the minor child would have known about this. She had not heard or seen about this image of the young days of my mom.

This explanation was solid proof to me that it was indeed my mother. (  Spirits usually visit their loved ones as their healthier, vibrant, younger selves.)

I asked her if Naani still visited her in school. She said, ‘No.’

I asked her if Naani talked to her when she visited her at the house. She said, “Yes, she visits often, but she doesn’t say anything. She stands outside the bedroom door quietly and watches me until I fall asleep.”

She also added, “Or sometimes she does come in, reads that Monkey God calendar on that wall and then leaves.”  (The Monkey God calendar was Hanuman Chalisa in a calendar form with Hanuman Ji’s photo on it handing on the wall in her room right by the door. She couldn’t remember the Hindu Deity name of Hanuman Ji but referred to him as Monkey God).

She couldn’t have known that my mom used to read a tiny little book of Hanuman Chalisa daily privately but never talked about it. Even if the two-year-old had known, she couldn’t have associated the small little secretly kept book with a poster-size calendar I had put up in her room just a few months prior.

No one ‘dies.’

Eventually, as a teenager, she couldn’t see her Naani, but I believe not because Naani is not visiting but that she shut down her ability, temporarily, to see spirits. BTW she could see other Spirits too, and all were gentle and quietly present. It didn’t occur to her that others couldn’t see them.

There are other acquaintances with psychic abilities who have told me about seeing my mom around me on their own at random times.

I explain this to share that ‘death is not to be feared. No one dies. Only we shed our physical body and physical mind, which we temporarily borrow from Nature to navigate the physical world for experiences and spiritual growth.

Once the physical body is shed, Spirit can visit loved ones as needed or requested. Spirit can communicate in a variety of ways, just as we do on the physical plane.

Spirits who have crossed over from physical and Astral plane to Light are in totally indescribable joy. They are free of all aches, pains, suffering, and conflicts that otherwise bind us on the physical plane.

We need not mourn for the loved ones who have died, no matter how much suffering they might have been going through before death.  The Spirits feel bad for us, feeling sad or grieving.

The best loving gesture you can do for your loved one who’s passed away is to be happy and live your life. Remember the good times with them and their positive characteristics.