Natalie wrote: When you came back from your NDE, did you search for pictures to confirm your experience, or how did you run across these pictures. What did you feel when you found this proof of your experience.
Hi Natalie, After I came back I had much more appreciation for my living grandparents, and I spent as much time with them as I could so I could ask questions about their childhood. I went through a period of adjustment that was hard for me at first, and some of my teachers at school were not prepared to deal with it. My grandparents seemed to understand that all I needed was a little kindness and understanding, so I loved being around them. I came back with a keen curiosity about family, and how it's important to remember those who have gone before us. I learned a lot about my dad's family by talking with my grandparents, and grandma eventually showed me the pictures that were stored in her basement. I recognized them immediately, but I didn't know their names. I knew the woman with the lighter colored hair was my grandmother's mother. When I learned where my g-grandparents were buried I convinced a couple of my friends to go on a hike with me to the cemetery, and we put some flowers on their graves. My parents eventually inherited the photos, and they hung in one of the spare bedrooms. They are mine now, along with a lot of other pictures that my grandmother saved.
I also inherited a box full of documents that were kept over the years. One of my favorites is my g-grandfather's American citizenship document where he had to "denounce" the King of Denmark to become a citizen of the US. The box also contained a lot of old letters. I found a letter written by Jimmy (my dad's cousin who was killed in Korea). Jimmy was the first relative I met in heaven. We looked up the postage date and found the letter was mailed only a week or so before he was killed. The military had torn several parts of the letter away because it must have contained sensitive information. I found Jimmy's living sister, and I gave it to her. She told me a lot more about him then. Jimmy wasn't a big guy, but he loved the military life, and he volunteered to serve in Korea after WWII was over. He worked in a staff office and wasn't a fighter. Apparently the enemy advanced quickly and his office location was surrounded. An American soldier fought his way in to give Jimmy a gun, and told him he would have to fight his way out to safety. Jimmy was shot and he bled to death. It was cold there, and he wore a leather jacket. He is buried next to his grandparents, my g-grandparents.