Well I'm glad everyone shared their stories. I didn't share mine before because I was afraid that people would think I'm nuts. LOL BUT, I've experienced things my whole life. The first big once was when my grandmother was in the nursing home before she passed away; we went up to visit her (we lived many states away) and we slept in her house the night before the visit. That night I saw an old man in the house. I described the man to my mother who went white as a sheet and she said I'd described my grandfather, even down to the clothes the man was wearing and how he was standing...the only problem was I'd never MET my grandfather, he died a year before I was born. After my grandmother passed away I was alone in her house after the funeral and I spied a prayer book on her dresser that I thought was pretty and was tempted to take it but thought better of it. Just then I heard Grandma's rocking chair rock back and forth. I ran out of the house and went next door to my uncle's house. About 4 weeks later my mother got a box in the mail It was from my aunt and it contained the prayer book I thought was so beautiful. There was a note from my aunt that read "no one knows who this belongs to, but I felt very strongly that Ginny might like it."
In 1981, my father died suddenly of a heart attack at the age of 48. A year later I married and had a family. Both of my daughters claim to have seen their grandfather in my mother's house--one said she saw Dad while she was awake, he looked straight at her and looked surprised that he could be seen and ran into his bedroom. My other daughter said she dreamed she was lost in the woods and saw a blond man with hazel eyes (she described my dad) and she said "excuse me, have you seen my mother? She looks like me only with grey hair" and the man looked at her and smiled, but looked sad like he wanted to say something but didn't. My mother says that Dad visits her at night and sometimes is very sad--one time she woke up to find him crouched over the bed, looking sad and almost crying, and he asked her "did you love me?" and then disappeared when she said "Of course I did." When I visit Mom's house with Google, he always sits quietly at Mom's feet--something he never does for anyone else--but looks up towards the stairs when Mom & Dad's bedroom is, like he's waiting for someone to come down.
At my house, I mentioned that the man who sold the hous to us passed away shortly after selling the house to us--I really feel that he "came home" to this house after he passed. Not only because of Google's barking, but because I've been nudged in my bed--someone actually poked my butt one day twice while I was wide awake watching TV, lying on my bed. I've also watched two of three perfume bottles fall over while I sat there and watched them go down. My youngest daughter said while watching TV in her room, she had the feeling that someone was tugging her leg. Google always barks up the stairs and sometimes "follows" up the stairs even though no one is going up there with him. Sometimes he goes up there and just stares at my daughter's bedroom door. |