I've been wanting to share all of this here for awhile to get people's opinions and have finally found the time to do so. This will be a lengthy post because I've had my fair share of paranormal experiences and stories shared by people in my family. I'd love to know what everyone here thinks of them.
First, I'm going to tell you about my deceased grandmother visiting her grandchildren (including me). Now, my maternal grandmother passed away before I was even born. I never met her (in physical form). I have two younger brothers, the youngest being 12 years younger than me. He is a half-brother, technically, as we have different fathers since both of my parents got remarried after getting divorced. One day, my mother was in the kitchen with him and preparing supper at the counter while he played on the floor and was about 4 or 5 years old. No one else was home, as my step-dad was working and myself and other brother were on our way home on the school bus.
While my mother is chopping stuff on the counter, my brother randomly out of nowhere asks her why there is a picture of "Nana" on the refrigerator. Now, like I said, my mother's mom passed away before I was even born. "Nana" was what my older cousins referred to her as when she was alive. My youngest brother had 1 living grandparent, my step-dad's mother, and he referred to her as "Grandmom." She also looked nothing like my mother's mom. Thus, "Nana" was barely ever mentioned to my brother before, if at all. On the side of the refrigerator my mother keeps a sort of mini memorial with pictures of people who passed, funeral cards, etc. There is a black and white picture of her parents when they were somewhere in their 30's I'd guess. Surprised by my brother's question, my mom asked him to show her the picture of "Nana." Yup, he points right to her mother in that picture. Next, she asked him how he knew who Nana was. His response? "She talks to me before I go to sleep sometimes."
Now, my mother only ever told my brother and I about this afterward. She didn't want to upset her siblings or get their hopes up by telling them. This prompted my mother to get into going to see mediums and stuff like that, which she has been doing off and on for years since. Fast forward about 10 years to a couple Christmas Eve's ago. My mother and I are hanging out with 2 of my aunts (her sisters) and a great aunt (Nana's sister) at my uncle's house where we always celebrate Christmas Eve and having some drinks. For some reason, people start telling ghost stories. So, I asked my mom if I could tell them this one about my baby brother and Nana visiting him. So, I do. One of my aunt's ends up telling us how she never told any one this but it also happened to me when I was younger. She used to live in the house they all grew up in and when I was a kid we used to do a Sunday dinner over there every week. She said one time she had called everyone into the kitchen to come eat but everyone came but me so she went looking for me. She said at the bottom of the stairs she could hear me upstairs talking. So she came up and found me sitting on her bed in what used to be my grandparent's bedroom. She asked me who I was talking to and I pointed to a picture of my Nana on the dresser. I have no recollection of this whatsoever.
My father had been struggling with health for 8 years following kidney failure as a result of not taking the best care of himself as a juvenile diabetic. He had a transplant and that is what gave him the 8 more years he had before passing away from multiple organ failure very young at 44 years old. He was sent home on hospice on a Saturday and told he had 3 weeks to live. That night, while we were all hanging out after dinner he promised my stepmother that if he could give her a sign that he is there after passing he would. The next morning, my father passed away while he was alone with me in a CVS parking lot. I'll spare the details of his death as it is the most traumatic experience I've ever gone through. However, I had to drive his lifeless body back to the house since we were told to not call 911 if anything happened because he was a DNR so they wouldn't be able to do anything for him anyway. When I got back to the house, my brother helped me carry him into the house and put him in the hospice bed. My stepmother sat next to him and cried the entire time until the hospice nurse came to take his vitals and officially pronounce him dead. After awhile of her crying over his body, my stepmother exited the living room where his hospice bed was setup and walked into the kitchen. The second she did, the landline telephone on the wall in the kitchen rang. The caller ID read 000-000-0000. She let it ring a few times, suspicious of the caller ID but then answered. Nothing but quiet static on the other end. The same thing happened later after family arrived to come see him before the funeral director picked up his body. (We had a cookout planned where he was going to say his goodbyes to everyone and everyone was already on their way from out of state when this all went down). Although, I cannot remember who answered the phone that time.
That night, I had a dream that I was sitting at a table in the backroom of a public library with my brother and stepmother. We were sitting in silence and a door opened. In walked my dad looking as he had when he was healthier in life. He sat down at the table and we began questioning how he was here since he had died today. He told us he was there to just let us know he was okay and that we don't need him any more.
After his memorial services, I was back at my college apartment, alone for two weeks until my roommates finished their summer internships. My first night back, I had my second and last experience of sleep paralysis of my life. Only this time, while consciously awake I could feel somebody's weight as they first sat and then laid on the bed next to me. As I struggled to look around to see what had put their arms around me, I noticed it looked just like my father laying in bed with me. I freaked, forced myself to wake up and that was that for me.
That same week, my stepmother returned to work and had to use my dad's car instead of her regular commuter car because there was something wrong with it. It was the same car I had driven him home in when he died. As she pulled into the driveway after work, the car's radio turned on by itself and the volume went from low to maximum right away, scaring the crap out of her. She took that as another sign of him letting her know he was there.
About a year later, she called me, a little freaked out and saying she felt she had to tell me about this right away because of the stuff I had experienced since he passed. She was in the house alone and her iPod randomly started playing "Build Me Up Buttercup" by The Foundations while it was docked on her nightstand in the bedroom. This was their song. When she went to go look at the iPod, instead of the title of the song scrolling across the screen, it read "Missing You."
This is all I've got with the exception of my brother telling me now and then my dad still visits him in dreams. But this, along with research I've done into what kind of evidence exists from studying Near Death Experience and things of that nature have all been enough to convince me there is a good chance there's more beyond this world and our physical death in this dimension of reality.
Submitted February 14, 2017 at 08:33PM by DeltaEchoXray http://ift.tt/2lLUAYI Paranormal
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