My
grandmother died in her home at age 78. Up until a few days before her death,
she had been in fine health for a woman her
age. Then she started complaining of stomach
pain, what she called "a burning
feeling." She had visited a doctor, who gave her something for her stomach
and had scheduled a follow-up visit for
the following morning. (Her
visit was on a Friday) When
Monday morning came around, as she got dressed to go to the doctor, she
suddenly announced,
"I'm having
trouble breathing." My grandfather called 911, but before the ambulance got there
she laid back on the bed, waving her hand
slowly at my grandfather (as
if to wave "goodbye" ) and went limp. The ambulance arrived moments later, but
it was too late. She died of heart
failure.
Months
later, she came to me in a dream. I dreamed I was laying in bed, when suddenly, in a
cork-screw like clockwise motion, my
grandmother came down head first
from the ceiling. Only the top half of her body had come through, but because of
the disproportional
way dreams are
sometimes, as she looked down at me her nose was mere inches from mine. She wore
a blue flower print house dress, one I hadn't
seen in years but immediately recognized as one
she had favored for
many years when I
was a child. She was aglow with
an inner light. She softly said "Remember
that I love you, and that everything
is going to work out." And
with that, she spun counter clockwise back into the ceiling. I
awoke and thought to myself, "Whoa."
A few
weeks after that, I was settling down for a night at my grandfather's house. Yes,
the same house my grandmother had died in.
Staying in the guest room, the night began to
drag on as I had trouble falling asleep. As
minutes stretched into hours I
listened to the radio. After awhile, the radio
clicked off, (it was on a timer). Soon
the quiet night sounds were
all one could hear. I began to relax. Then I heard my grandfather, whose
bedroom was directly across the hall, to my
left, get out of bed and
shuffle off into the bathroom. The bathroom is
attached to his master bedroom.
At that
moment, something both wonderous and scary happened. Looking at the wall
directly in front of me, as my head was
slightly elevated by two pillows
under it, I saw my grandma walk into the room. She came through the wall and the
bookshelves mounted on the wall, and
continued to the left side of
the bed--the bed I was laying in! Again, she was aglow from within, although now I
could see the room directly behind
her by looking through her.
She wore the same blue flower-print dress as in the dream. Standing next to
the bed, she looked down at me and
smiled. At the same time,
she laid her hands on mine which were folded across
my chest at the time. Then she bent
over and kissed me on the cheek. No, I didn't feel it but as she started downward, I
saw her lips pucker in a pecking hiss way
and by looking down, I could see the blurry
glow stop just at my cheek.
Then, she stood back up and smiled again. At that moment, I heard the toilet flush
in my grandfather's bathroom.
Evidently, he had finished his
business. And the weird thing is, my grandma heard it too. As the toilet started to
flush, she turned and looked directly into
my grandfather's bedroom. She then looked
back at me, turned
back towards the
wall she had entered from and walked away. As I again heard the shuffle
of my grandfather's feet from across
the hall, my ghostly grandma
continued on her way and disappeared back through the wall whence she came.
I snapped
out of bed, flung the lights on, and spend much of those early morning hours
telling my grandfather what I saw and just
wondering. Like I said
before, it was both wonderous and a little spooky. My grandfather, at one point, commented,
"She never visits me." But it doesn't end there.
A few
days later, grandma
came to me in a
dream again. I dreamt I was laying in the guestroom bed at my grandfather's
house. I dreamt I looked over into his
bedroom and saw his lights were
on. He was laying on the right side of his bed, asleep. Sitting next to him, on
the left side of the bed
and fully awake, was my grandma. "Oh no," I thought to my dreamself, "not
again." I looked down
for a second, then looked across the hallway again. Now my grandfather was asleep on
the left side of his bed and you guessed
it, my grandma was
sitting on the
right side still looking at me. "Come here Peter." she said. "Maybe
you should come here." I
replied. "Now, now....You're not afraid of your ole' grandma, are you?" With that, she floated towards me.
I noticed the end of the dress ended in a bit
of blue mist, there
were no legs per
se. Not like in the real visit days earlier, where she looked complete,
though a bit transluscent. Stopping at the doorway of the
guestroom, she said, "I
want you to tell your grandpa something for me. I want you to tell him I visit him all
the time, he just doesn't remember it
like you do." With that I
awoke.
When I
told my grandfather the next day, he got misty eyed. Then, he smiled.
