I went to the store to pick up several things I needed and returned.

Later that day, I opened the door to get some silverware,

and my utensils were stacked neatly as if someone took the time to sort them.

Everyone loves a ghost story, including me.

Ghost stories are my way of sharing your stories of signs and synchronicities from loved ones who have crossed over to help us all see and have hope for what's possible after the people we love die. So if you have a ghost story to share, go to my website, Dr. Amy Robbins,

and tell your ghost story. We love to hear it. I love to share them. And you all love to listen. So with that, here is today's ghost story

about a connection between a grandmother and granddaughter that spans death. I always had a very

strong connection with my Grammy. I would call her multiple times a day, never ceasing to have the subjects to discuss.

Many times I would think of her and she would call, or I would be choosing a song to perform for a

performance, and that song would be stuck in her head earlier in the day.

There were too many coincidences to even call them that.

When she passed away, it was both relief and sadness.

She was suffering from cancer and just wanted to be with my grandfather in the afterlife.

All of us knew she would leave a large hole in our hearts when she passed,

but we had enough sense to know she was no longer in pain.

Several times she visited me in unusual ways. She tends to catch me off guard,

but it always leaves me with a sense of peace each time,

and some laughs here and there.

My first encounter took place in a dream.

We were drinking coffee in her kitchen, just the two of us. She stood before me,

and I asked seriously, will I ever hear from you again? She was a proper woman, always mild-mannered

and classy, but she had a way of pretending to be irritated in a

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