This may not be so much a ghost story as it is a love
story. But either way my family has to have the strangest
tradition of any family in existance. The women of my
family are strong and independent and have the blessing (or
curse) of having the fortitude to stay in a relationship
only if it is a life long love. Once that love is found
the women of my family never have another romantic
relationship ever. Here is where the strange family
tradition comes in. The women in my family also know when
they are going to die. They know this because their
deceased lovers come back for them. Sounds crazy, I know.
But I grew up with these stories going back generations and
have myself witnessed two of them, which I will presently
relay to you.
The first is my great-grandmother, she outlived her husband
by almost six years and I was only about ten when she
passed away herself. In the end she was living with my
aunt and a week before she passed away she kept telling us
that her husband was coming to take her away Saturday, that
he visited her everyday at the same time. My aunt thought
she was begining to lose her mind, which considering her
age could have been possible, so someone was sitting with
my great-grandmother every day. At 3 p.m. every afternoon
my great-grandmother would have a conversation with
her "husband." No one ever saw my great-grandfather but
during that time my great-grandmother's hand was out in mid-
air as in someone was holding it reassuring her that
everything would be alright. This could still be the
deluded mind of an aged lady, but the day before my great-
grandmother passed away my aunt was sitting on her bed with
her at the time my great-grandfather supposedly visited. At
3 p.m. my great-grandmother started talking to her husband,
her hand raised as if someone was holding it and my aunt
swears someone sat on the bed next to her! That day my
great-grandmother told everyone that it was time tomorrow
and said good bye to everyone. She passed away peacefully
the next day early in the morning.
The second story I witnessed was my grandmother who was
living with us when she passed away. I was 17 at the
time. Her beloved husband died in the service of our
country when my mother was four years old, my grandmother
never remarried. She had outlived her true love by over 30
years. As the time of her death came nearer she tried to
gather the family to say good bye (both my uncles lived out
of state). One she spoke with over the phone to say good
bye, the other she did not but only received a message that
he would come visit next week. She kept telling us that she
wouldn't be here and we kept telling her of course she
would (she hadn't been as healthy as she was at that time
for quite a while). At last she told my mother that no she
wouldn't because she was dreaming of her departed husband
every night and he was coming to take her home. My mom
brushed it off as just dreams, but in less than a week the
day after my grandmother hugged my brother and I and told
us good bye and she would always love us she passed away
peacefully in her sleep.
Many people may think I am crazy but I firmly believe that
love brought the spirits of the people in my family back
together. Natural death is nothing to fear....it is merely
a reunion.
Contact me here: didoseyes@cs.com
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