I am now 23 years old and I have always had strange
encounters with spirits! Most of my relatives and I have
an affinity with the "other" world. Throughout my
childhood and most of my adult life, I have always felt
very protected. This sensation was confirmed a few months
ago when my grandmother past away.
My grandmother suffered from Alzheimer's disease for quite a
few years now. Due to her severe condition she had to be
placed in a home. I barely visited my grandmother in her
home maybe because I'm too sensitive or egocentric.
Needless to say, I felt very guilty when she past away.
Alzheimer's disease is very difficult on family members. It
is a vicious disease that starts off by eating away the
patient's memory and slowly but surely takes control of the
whole patient's nervous system. Towards the last stages of
the disease, patients usually die of starvation and end up
dying in a fetal position.
Now to my story. On a cold November night (I live in
Montreal Quebec) we received a call from my grandmother's
home. She was in a pitiful condition and after years of
suffering her time to go finally came. Within a few hours,
we flew in one of my aunt's from France and one of my
uncle's from California. Amen to technology!
My mother and her siblings stayed by my grandmother's
bedside for about two days working on shifts. I finally
had the courage to visit my grandma and ask for her
forgiveness for not being a good grandchild. My mother
forbid me in seeing her due to her physical appearance. I
didn't listen to her.
As I walked in her room, she was lying in a fetal position
unable to communicate. She was in a coma. We were told
she was able to hear us and feel us. For about an hour or
two I lay next to her on her dying bed and spoke to her
about old times. About her gentle touches and her kind
heart. As I was talking to her, I was gently caressing her
legs. keep this in mind.
Around eleven that night, my mother and I went back home.
I knew she had a few hours left to live. Around one in the
morning my aunt called us to let us know that my
grandmother was about to pass away. My parents rushed to
her home as I lay in bed praying for my grandma.
Right after her funeral nothing much happened. I didn't
feel her presence around me nor did I come in contact with
her. But a few weeks later before falling asleep on a
Saturday night my mother asked my grandma if she was happy
now that she didn't suffer. (this information was revealed
to me much later). We often have the habit to "speak" to
our relatives that passed away by asking them for a sign
demonstrating their happiness.
Ok. So the next morning, I was in my bed debating if I
should get up or lay their for a bit longer when I felt
someone caressing my legs. I didn't think much of it at
first. My bed is placed against the wall and the door to
my room is right at the foot of my bed. I usually put my
clothes on my bed against the wall near the door. So on
that Sunday morning I thought it was my mother coming in my
room to find something to wash (she's a neat freak).
When I finally got up I asked my mom if she came in my room
that morning and her response was negative. Again, I
didn't think much of it. Until it happened again the next
morning when I was home alone. Now this time I wondered
what was happening. I thought it might be my grandma. The
caress was very gentle and loving. I wasn't afraid but
being a scientist I wanted to know what was going on. I
got up and called my mom at worked to let her know. She
told me not to worry about it.
It doesn't stop her. The following night, I had a dream
about my grandma. In my dream I was standing in my
parent's bedroom looking out the window. My parent's were
asleep next to me even though my dream wasn't taking place
at night. Outside my parent's window I saw my grandma
floating in the air (my parent's bedroom is on the fourth
floor of the house). In my dream she was so beautiful and
seemed so happy. She was the grandma I remembered before
she got sick. She was wearing her favorite blue dress and
her hair was nicely done. She was smiling at me. I could
see her mouth moving but I couldn't hear her. I told her
to wait until I opened the window. As I finally opened it
I heard her say " Don't worry my love. I will be watching
over you. You WILL be happy and successful. I love you
and miss you." That was the last thing I remembered before
I woke up.
As I lay in bed in disbelief I spoke to her. Words
weren't coming out of my mouth it's as if we were
communicating through telepathy. I acknowledged her
presence and told her she can make contact with me again.
I was in a fetal position and had the wall to my back. I
felt her sitting by my side near my hips and felt her hand
on my shoulder. I truely felt my bed go in a few inches.
She sat there for awhile and then disappeared. For some
strange reason as she was sitting next to me, I didn't talk
nor did I feel fear. It was quite soothing.
I told my mother about this experience when she finally
admitted she had prayed to grandma a few nights ago and
maybe it was her telling me (us) that she was in peace
now.
After that day. She had fun hiding things away from me and
returning them later. The night she passed away I lost my
mitten's. I was very upset about it because being a big
baby I loved those mitten's. I got a new pair for
Christmas. I always made sure I remembered where I placed
them whenever I would leave the house. I became paranoid
at the thought of misplacing them.
Well... one night I was at one of my friend's apartment for
a little get together. I was the last one to arrive. I
took off my winter coat and walked towards his bedroom. I
put my mitten's, my keys and my cell phone on the bed and
placed my winter coat right on top of everything. I had to
protect my mitten's. :0)
We spent the majority of the night going from the kitchen
to the living room. I never recalled someone going in his
room. When the time came for me to leave, I found my coat
at its original position with my keys and my cell but only
one of my mitten's. I found it to be quite strange since
my keys and cell were on top of my mitten's (for extra
security! lol) I blamed my friend and asked him to give it
back to me since it was about -40C outside. He swore it
wasn't him. So I left the house with only one mitten and
the other hand resting sadly naked in my pocket. As I was
driving home my grandma came to my head and I asked her if
she was still around me. The lights in the car went on and
off. It could have been a problem with the electrical
system in the car due to extreme temperatures but I like to
believe it was my grandma.
The following weekend I went back to my friend's
apartment. I was watching TV in the living room with his
girlfriend while he was in his room going through a box in
his closet. A few minutes later he walked into the living
room holding my lost mitten. I asked him where he found it
and he said that he had to move a blanket that was lying on
top of a box he needed in his closet. After he was done
with the box he put the blanket back on top of it (he was
still holding it all that time) and he ended up with my
mitten in his hand. I asked him yet another time if he was
the one who took it in the first place and again he said
no. I think my grandma had to do something with this
incident.
I have more things to say about my grandma and other
strange phenomenons but I will keep them for next time.
Forgive the length of my story and grammar mistakes as
English is not my first language. Yes, I am a french
Canadian! :0)
Thank You.
p.s. Grand-maman, je t'aime et protèges-nous!
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