RACHEL'S STORIES
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I guess you are wondering why we have decided to share our stories...I have been telling them for years but few people actually LISTEN and if they do...well I am sure they LAUGH as soon as I get done.
My first experience with THE OTHER SIDE was when I was about 10 years old. My Grandfather had died when I was 8 and my sister, brother and I were not allowed to go to the Memorial Service. I just always remember thinking that it couldn't possibly be real if there were no dead body.My Grandmother donated his remains to HARVARD for scientific study and it was YEARS later before she received them back to have a proper buriel. My sister never talked to me much about things like death and dying and so I do not think that the death of our Grandfather was mentioned between us. UNTIL....
I was awakened by my sister's voice. She was almost screaming but it was also, almost silent as she gasped for air. It was different then the other times she would wake me up (she is older than I) and MAKE me come make sure that there was a floor beneath her bed (she didn't want t fall into the DARKNESS). I had always laughed at her as I would step into her room and SHOW HER that the floor was still there. This night was different, as I started into the corner of the small entryway I was stopped DEAD in my tracks as there was a light shining so brightly that I could not see in.
Ruth was saying something like "It's HIM! He's Alive!" As I finally was able to walk into the room,the light faded into a figure of a man and it backed its way into the closet door.I stood there, the light ZAPPED off and I could smell my Grandfather. Needless to say.....we ran down to our parents bedroom with quite a thunder. Was it him? Or was it just a mirror imagination that Ruth and I shared.
To be continued....
My Grandmother and I were always close and I think that I was her FAVORITE. We spent a lot of time together when I was both a child and then (MAYBE) an adult. She was my parents"TAXI" for us kids as she lived in her own home in our backyard for many years before my Dad passed away.
She and I spent many hours going to the library, driving to the mountains or to the beach. While she was still capable she would come and sit with my children for a few hours at a time.
Over the years she would tell me about conversations she had had with GRAMPA even though he was dead...and how now matter where she moved his spirit would always follow. I never questioned her, myself, but I certainly had some odd reactions from other folk when I would tell them what she had told me. My Grandmother was 92 when I got a call from the nursing home saying that she was quite ill and that they thought if I wanted to see her and for her to know me that I had better come and see her the next morning. I did not wait until morning but made the drive to see her immediately. As soon as I walked into the room and saw her, I knew then that she would die on my Birhday which was only 4 days away.(SHE DID) During the next 3 days I stayed with her and helped her make all the calls she needed too, fought with the doctors who wanted to operate and just sat with her as she regressed into her own childhood. As death became more and more imminant I became increasely exhausted.
I was the only person she knew unless I explained who it was. She mistook the PASTOR of the church as my Grandfather. She giggled and told me he was cute and that she was going to marry him someday. It was late evening on the third night when she began to slip into the sleep in which she would never wake up from.
As I sat and read er passages from the BIBLE and recited THE OWL AND THE PUSSY CAT she became distant. At a moment when I could smell my FATHER her eyes opened wide and she said "Oh, Donny! Oh, Otto Dear! HERE!" She motioned with her eyes and I could feel her hand move very slightly uunder the cover." No, I can't come with you. I have work to do. Now go and wait." Her voice as sharp as all get up. I turned to see the same glow that I had seen in my sisters bedroom so many years before. I let her rest but when she awakened again, I finally said, "You know Gram, I think it is time that you call your work done here. I am exhausted and I need to go HOME and so do you. Don't you think it is time." I told her I loved her and that I would see her on the other side. "You go. I'll sleep." I knew that when I walked out that door that she would soon be with her family in Heaven. She was there before I could even get to my home...
I have the same type of visits (I'll tell you more sometime soon) with her as she did with my Grandfather. I never question, just hang back to see if there is anything she needs to say.
Ah, but! This one incident I will relay to you now. It was 2 years ago and I was driving down the road, when I suddenly realized that Gram was sitting next too me in the passengers seat...as she had hundreds of times before. We spoke without speaking but when I asked what she was doing here her answer was "Just doing some Gathering".
That night when I got home from work I got a call from Florida saying that my Uncle had died...Just DOING SOME GATHERING.....
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