A Message from the Other Side

March 1, 2025

by Garrett

2 min read

Story Premise 2 min read (221 words)

"I never thought much about ghosts or signs from the afterlife, but this experience changed my mind. A few months ago, I started learning to draw. I’m not great at it yet, but I enjoy it. My grandmother passed away alone, which still breaks my heart. She always loved roses—simple yet beautiful red roses. One […]"

I never thought much about ghosts or signs from the afterlife, but this experience changed my mind.

A few months ago, I started learning to draw. I’m not great at it yet, but I enjoy it. My grandmother passed away alone, which still breaks my heart. She always loved roses—simple yet beautiful red roses.

One morning, I went for a walk and then came home, feeling a little sad. I told my smart speaker to play “Yesterday” by The Beatles, a song that always reminds me of her. After that, I decided to draw a rose as a tribute. Underneath, I wrote, “Forever in our hearts, with love.”

I finished around noon and shared the picture on social media, adding a little message: “I hope you like it, Grandma.”

Not long after, as I sat watching an old TV show, something strange happened. My smart speaker made a sound, like it was waking up. Then, out of nowhere, it said, “That was Yesterday by The Beatles.”

I was shocked. I had played that song hours before, and the speaker had never randomly repeated a song like that before.

I smiled and whispered, “Thank you, Grandma. I know you saw my drawing.”

It was a small but powerful moment—one that made me believe she was still watching over me.

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