When I was younger (less that eight years old), I always wondered about life and after-life in general. After that, I didn’t give much thought about after-life anymore as I did not get answers to my questions. At times, I will think about it when people I care about continue their journey elsewhere, and that’s it. I do not consider myself a very spiritual person, but I do believe in “what goes around comes around” and also the existence of the Maker. I am talking about this topic because, yesterday, my parents told me an incident which proved that my grandma came to visit the family. 
How I wish I experienced that too. Our believe is that s/he will come back on the seventh day to visit his/her family. Some people will do things like pouring flour on the floor so that they can check if there are footsteps there. My parents didn’t do anything like that of course, but regardless, we knew she came back for a visit. I love you.
hey dear, u shud belive cos my dad came bck to visit too on d 7th day…i dunno how to explain but all of us can feel it