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Grief and afterlifeHoping this little story helps anyone struggling with grief. Sometimes reading stories and having hop...
16/06/2026

Grief and afterlife
Hoping this little story helps anyone struggling with grief. Sometimes reading stories and having hope that there is an afterlife and their loved ones are ok helps tremendously.
I lost my beautiful mum 6 months ago. She always said she would try and come to me in dreams and to think of her when I see butterflies.. well 6 months on it felt like nothing but the odd butterfly in the backyard. I was losing hope that her soul even still existed.
A few weeks ago my 4 year old son came into my room at 3am like he usually does struggling to get back to sleep. He chatted about random things for a bit until he stopped and looked over my shoulder towards the wall and said ‘mum who is that?’ I said ‘what do you mean?’ And he just repeated ‘who is that?’ I honestly felt scared as I knew there was only a wall behind me and being too scared to look I told him to go back to sleep. When I got the courage to look I saw there was nothing there. He also mentioned that they said something about ‘a handle’. And note he didn’t seem scared just confused.
The next day I asked him if who he saw was a girl or a boy in which he said ‘girl wearing purple’. I asked him if they were little like him or big like me in which he said big. I showed him a picture of ‘nanny’ my mum and asked him if it was her and he stared for a while but said he wasn’t sure. Note he was 3 when she passed and she was sick with cancer most of his life so his memory of her was mostly of her sick and going through chemo.
A few days later I caught up with my mums best friend and she mentioned how my mum visited her in a dream. She said she looked younger with her long dark hair and that she was wearing purple. She looked beautiful and how she would have wanted us to remember her. She said she told her she was okay and to let the family know. In the dream my mum told her friend that she couldn’t communicate with us (her family) because we are still heavily grieving and haven’t accepted it and that there is some sort of block. This instantly made me feel as though it was my mum communicating with my son as that is the only way she could.
I found an old picture of my mum before she was sick to show my son and as soon as he saw it he said ‘yes that one’. When my mum was alive she only wanted us to remember her before she got sick and never wanted any photos shown of her without hair. This may explain why my son didn’t recognise her spirit as he only remembers my mum sick.
Below is the picture I showed him in which he recognised.
Side note: I couldn’t figure out what my son meant by ‘the handle’ comment after seeing her. We live in and are renovating my mums house which is what she always wanted to do. We had just recently changed the handle on the bedroom door so I wonder if she was mentioning that?
Obviously it’s all unexplained so take it how you perceive it but I’m genuinely feel my mums soul is out there somewhere and I hope this can help anyone else who may be going through something similar 💕

Nobody knows the exact location of Doc Holliday's real grave. While he is officially interred at Linwood Cemetery in Gle...
15/06/2026

Nobody knows the exact location of Doc Holliday's real grave. While he is officially interred at Linwood Cemetery in Glenwood Springs, Colorado, the prominent headstone tourists visit today is merely a ceremonial memorial marker.
The mystery surrounding his final resting place stems from poor historical record-keeping, harsh winter weather, and competing family lore.
Why the Exact Spot is Lost
Frozen Ground:
Holliday died of tuberculosis on 8 November 1887. The ground was reportedly too frozen to dig a grave up the steep hill where Linwood Cemetery sits, leading to a likely temporary burial at the bottom of the mesa.
Pauper's Burial: He died penniless at the Hotel Glenwood. He was buried in the cemetery's "Potter's Field" (pauper's section) without an individual stone marker, and early cemetery logs were later lost.
Natural Disasters: Over the decades, the hillside cemetery suffered severe mudslides and flooding. Local lore states that some coffins slid down the hill and had to be reinterred haphazardly.
The Georgia Alternative Theory
There is a persistent alternate theory championed by some of Holliday's descendants. They claim his family secretly had his body exhumed and shipped back to his birthplace in Griffin, Georgia. According to this narrative, he rests in an unmarked plot next to his father at Oak Hill Cemetery. However, no official documentation or historical records exist to validate this claim.

Last weekend I wore a brand new pair of flip flops (thongs to some) - footwear either way and it rubbed so badly I was b...
15/06/2026

Last weekend I wore a brand new pair of flip flops (thongs to some) - footwear either way and it rubbed so badly I was bleeding. Nothing I could do as it was a 12 hour day in a terrible life choice of footwear, just kept reapplying bandaids-I’m a dance mom, I have a pharmacy stocked at all times. Anyway, I was so mad at my new shoes and swore them off forever, many others saw the damage and laughed at me (lovingly) because I know better… next morning it was healed completely so I took that back about my shoes and confused. BUT now I have a cut on the same foot but on my ankle… wearing the same shoes and nothing could have touched this new spot. This makes no sense. Pic only of said shoes bc the others are gross and I don’t want to traumatize anyone! I feel like the universe is laughing at me but I probably do deserve it! Thoughts?

15/06/2026

I’ve hesitated to make this public but here goes…names have been changed. Background: My husband (I’ll call him John Somebody)and I married four years ago. We’re much older and have been through life’s challenges. My husband’s first wife (I’ll call her Marilee Somebody) died suddenly and unexpectedly nearly 30 years ago. They loved each other dearly and he was devastated. Eventually, over the years he had dated several women and had pretty much given up hope of finding someone to spend his later years with. I was recently divorced, an experience that almost crushed me and I decided that I would never marry again — I couldn’t ever trust anyone again.
John and I met online in a way that shouldn’t have happened — he had totally removed his name from the site several years earlier and I had joined a totally different site in a moment of deep depression. We lived many hours apart in different states. But somehow my profile suddenly showed up in his email and his profile showed up on the totally different site. When we met it was like meeting an old friend. We love the same things and love doing the same types of activities despite the ravages of age. All of his friends and all of my friends are very happy for us and think it’s incredible that we met.
Fast forward to a sporting event maybe three years ago now….another of my husband’s supporters, a dear old friend of Marilee’s and John’s, and I were putting things together in preparation for the event that John participated in. Suddenly my phone rang, which it rarely does because only a handful of people have my number. I looked at the caller ID and it showed Marilee Somebody. I felt the blood drain out my face and a chill went through my body. There aren’t many people with her actual name. I answered the call after three rings but there was no sound. I waited a bit before I hung up. I showed the caller ID to the other supporter and she looked at me with shock and disbelief. We decided that I should call the number back. I got the recording that “This number is no longer in service”. When I showed John, he was stunned.
It makes no sense. How could all of these unusual and unexplained events have happened?

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15/06/2026

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On June 6, 1966, Roy Orbison watched his world disappear in front of him.

That afternoon, he was driving behind his wife, Claudette, as she rode her motorcycle along a Tennessee road. They had been married through years of struggle, success, heartbreak, and reconciliation. She was more than his wife—she was the love behind many of his songs.

Then, in a matter of seconds, everything changed.

A sudden turn of events occurred on the road.

Claudette lost control.

The impact was overwhelming.

Roy rushed to her side, holding her in his arms as she took her final breath. She was only twenty-five years old.

The sadness was unimaginable. Friends later described a man shattered by this departure, unable to comprehend how the future he had planned could vanish in a single afternoon.

But fate was not finished with him.

Just two years later, while Roy was performing in England, a major tragedy struck his home in Tennessee. Two of his young sons, Roy Dewayne and Anthony, were lost to the heavens in that incident. In the span of only a few years, he had lost his wife and two children.

Most people would have disappeared beneath that weight.

Roy Orbison did not.

He returned to the stage. He continued to write. He continued to sing.

Yet there was something different in his voice. The loneliness, the longing, the heartbreak that echoed through songs like Crying, Only the Lonely, and In Dreams no longer sounded like performances. They sounded lived.

Every note seemed to carry the pain of a man who understood tragedy more deeply than words could express.

By the late 1980s, Roy was experiencing an extraordinary career revival. A new generation had discovered his music, and his voice remained as haunting and powerful as ever.

Then, on December 6, 1988, he peacefully closed his eyes forever after a sudden illness at the age of fifty-two.

But the music survived.

The voice survived.

And the story survived.

Because Roy Orbison did something remarkable with his pain. He transformed it into songs that allowed millions of strangers to recognize their own heartbreak in his.

Some artists perform emotions.

Roy Orbison carried them.

And every time he sang, the world could hear the weight of a broken heart that never stopped loving.

Please pray for Los Angeles!🙏🏼🥹😭
15/06/2026

Please pray for Los Angeles!🙏🏼🥹😭

Remember: If you're cold, they're cold. Invite them in.
15/06/2026

Remember: If you're cold, they're cold. Invite them in.

15/06/2026

For the last couple of weeks I've been having a dream almost every night when I find myself in a back garden of a house I don't recognize and I'm taking the washing in because it's begun to rain.
I had the dream last night and when I woke up laying on my bed was a jumper and jeans that aren't mine. They were on the line in my dream. This is scary. How did they finish up on my bed, did I bring them back with me from my dream - surely this isn't possible.
Something like this has never happened before and I'm not sure what I should do with this information?

We stayed the night at an old mental hospital in Lava, Idaho. I'm not entirely convinced it's an orb, but it was crazy h...
15/06/2026

We stayed the night at an old mental hospital in Lava, Idaho. I'm not entirely convinced it's an orb, but it was crazy how it floated around in every shot. Thoughts?
This was 10 yrs ago and I remember my mother (Rest her sweet soul) was extremely upset that we stayed here while I was pregnant. She seemed to think at the time I was putting my unborn baby in harms way given the history of the place.

The owner of this photo said….. Picture taken at waverly hills sanatorium. Y'all see what I'm seeing ?? Nobody outside i...
15/06/2026

The owner of this photo said…..
Picture taken at waverly hills sanatorium. Y'all see what I'm seeing ?? Nobody outside if there was I’d have waited until they had passed by.
Please note it is an old photo.

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