Do we need proof?

My own experiences

I was woken suddenly by someone placing their hands on mine and guiding my car away from the back of the lorry that I was driving into at high speed. I had fallen asleep on the motorway late at night as I drove home. I was 20. I knew immediately who it was, as real as if he was sitting in the passenger seat next to me. If he hadn't been there I would not be here to write my story.

When my 11-year-old nephew smiled as he came to lunch a few days after his father passed away, delighted that he had just seen his father in his study, it was not his imagination, it was as real for him as all of us sitting at the lunch table.

My daughter, when she was 5-year-old, waved out of the window to the clouds, shouting "Hello Bury Ami" her beloved Great Grandmother who had passed away the year before. When I asked what she had replied, she looked up from her game and said “Nothing, mummy, did you see her too? She often comes!"