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My ex-girlfriend's dad died at 51 of a heart attack. She was 18 at the time and devastated. Her family decided to move as the house had so many memories of him. Almost all of her possessions were boxed up, and the next day I was suppose to help her move. We were talking and she was upset because she was having a hard time picturing in her own head, his face or his voice.
I told her to find a physical object that reminded her of a happy time she had with her father. She mentioned a putt putt golf ball that was pink, that her dad lovingly lifted from the putt putt course so that she could have it. Something a young dad would do for his baby girl. The problem was she had the thing packed away and would have to wait to get it out after she was finished moving.
We go to sleep and in the morning she is flipping out because this pink golfball is sitting right smack ontop of her otherwise empty dresser, in her otherwise empty room.
I was like - WTF but after that I've been much more open to visits from deceased loved ones.
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