By:Ashley Rasnick

I believe in spirits. When someone dies, their spirit endures for a period of time and can interact with the living here on earth. I believe that these beings are loved ones we have lost in our life, and when they pass away their presence sticks with each of us. My grandfather is with me, watching over me and guiding me.

I didn’t always think this way. We attended church on some holidays but that “tradition” ceased when I hit high school so beliefs in an afterlife did not seem real to me. My grandfather died at the beginning of my freshman year in high school, and that event jump started my belief that his spirit exists.

Grandpa passing away encouraged my mom to read a book called Spirited by Rebecca Rosen. Rosen considers herself a psychic medium. The book prompted my mom to meet with Rosen to have a reading. When my mom shared this information with me, I was shocked. Since when did she believe in that? The private reading with Rosen was recorded on a CD to forever keep the memory of grandpa’s last messages.

The message Grandpa wanted me to hear was unexpected. He wanted me to know that whenever I found quarters, whether randomly or somewhere I didn’t remember them being before, they symbolized that he was with me. It was an odd object to become a symbol because quarters aren’t special. They aren’t as exciting as finding a five dollar bill in a pair of just washed jeans. They are worth about as much as a piece of hard gum at a restaurant gumball machine. But this bit of information stuck with me and throughout my freshman year and summer, I would notice quarters from time to time. They reassured me that I had love and support around me everywhere.

I noticed quarters for about a year after being told about them but I still wasn’t convinced they were a direct connection to my grandpa. The thought that it might be true helped my grieving process freshman year. Junior year the thought turned to fact. I was in Florida for my last club volleyball tournament. That night I got the courage to tell my team about my grandpa and the quarters. When I got back to the hotel I checked my phone and my mom had sent me a text message saying, “Have a great weekend honey. Kick butt, and remember grandpa is with you”. This text confirmed my belief that grandpa’s spirit did exist. Why? Because mom and I never talked about grandpa or brought him up and that text was too much of a coincidence to ignore. Grandpa had been around in subtle ways but this was as real as a slap in the face. He was with me, and his spirit as well as others did exist. I believe that there is a spiritual realm, and we all have someone looking over us whether we realize it or not.

Unless otherwise stated, the content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License