I feel like logically, there isn't afterlife. However that breaks my heart that I will never be able to see the loved ones I have lost again, so I like to believe there is. And I talk to the ones I have lost every night, And sometimes I ask them to visit me the next day. And they do. Everytime. And whenever it happens I've totally forgotten what I asked the night before. However logically I feel like that's probably my self conscious allowing me to create the illusion that they are there to help me grieve.