I know everyone gets sick of reading the "this is my friend's story" ghost stories, but every time I hear or tell this story I get goosebumps and tears come to my eyes, so I think it is worth reading.
****This is actually two stories in one. They are both about Grandma liking to visit, but one is about a rose and the other about elephants. If you want to list them individually, I don't mind.*******
I've been friends with Cassidy for 10 years now, and I have no reason not to believe the stories that she and her mother have told me. Cassidy was actually with me when I saw a ghost (Church Ghost, February 2001, in case you'd like to read it). Ok, onto the stories.
Cassidy's mother, Lori, is one of three children. Their mother died from cancer (I think), when they were pretty young. One day, Lori and her brother and sister were playing with a plastic rose (like one in a flower arangement that would go on a gravestone). They were sitting in the living room and throwing the rose to each other, like the "hot potato" game. One of them threw the rose up high in the air and (as unbelievable as it sounds) it never came back down. They searched all over the room and even the rest of the house looking for the rose. Their father told them they were crazy and they never talked about it again.
Years later, Lori's sister was sitting at her vanity doing her makeup before her wedding, wishing her mother was there to see her. In the vanity mirror you could see her bed on the opposite side of the room. Lori's sister looked down or away for a second, and when she looked back, her dead mother was sitting at the end of her bed holding the rose they had been playing with as children. She turned around to make sure she wasn't seeing something in the mirror and her mother smiled at her and faded away. As she walked down the aisle, she felt a warm glow around her.
Lori loves statues and figurines of elephants. She has about 10 of them on a bookcase in the living room. One day, she had taken them off to dust the shelves. After she had put 2 or 3 on the shelf again, she stopped to play with the cat. When she went to put the other elephants on the shelf, the ones that were already there were hanging over the shelf by each others tusks (picture the monkeys in a barrel game where they monkeys hang by each others arms). Lori looked around and said, "Mom, don't do that. You're going to make me think I'm crazy." To this day, her elephants are never in the same spot she put them.
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