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THE CROSS ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD
I actually have two stories to share.
The first one is
about an experience that
my dad had when he was about 15. The second one is about what happened
But first, let my give you a little background information on my dad and
When my dad was a kid, he was raised by his great aunt and
a ranch on Mt. Taylor in New Mexico. On the ranch, his mom,dad, and
lived there and they owned lots but were nowhere close to being rich.
next door to us now and is turning 91 and still going strong, he has a
two sheep and his own garden.
Now to the story.
When my dad was 15, he and my uncle were driving in
on a secluded road heading to the ranch. It was winter and snowing
so all they saw was white around the truck. As my dad was looking out
he saw a man walking on the side of the road. As soon as the truck
caught up with
the man, the man started walking with it. It's sort of indescribable, but
though the man was walking, he was right next to the truck and it was
mph. My dad said that it was almost like slow motion. The man was
next to his window and suddenly turned to my dad and grinned at him. My
pretty freaked out and turned to my uncle and asked him if he saw that,
said no and quickly shrugged it off. When my dad turned back to the
had passed him and he couldn't see him anymore.
When they got back to
my dad told my uncle what he saw and my uncle told him that a drunk man
wandered along that road and frozen to death. When they drove back
road, my dad saw a faded wooden cross on the side of the road on the
he saw the ghost.
Now to the second story. This story is about my grandpa and it is more
My Grandpa owned a restaurant for as long as I can remember.
over weight, smoked a whole lot, and ate lots of sugar. But he was very
When I was little I used to put clips in what little hair he
he slept on his "special" chair. We also used to sneak candy while my
and mom weren't looking.
One day at the restaurant, my grandpa was talking to someone when he
fell to the floor with a heart attack the waitress started yelling
"VCR!!":) instead of CPR. He was rushed to the hospital immediately
and was in a coma. I was at a camp for school, so my parents had to tell
me when I
got back. He finally woke up a week later and we found out that he had
He died in Sept. 2004. It completely devastated the whole family. There are
people who come to the restaurant and ask for him. My Grandma told me
the night after he died, she was crying herself to sleep and she
someone sit on the bed next to her and stroke her hair, then she herd
say "Don't cry Josie, I'll always be with you. . ."
Submitted From: A. Chavez, New Mexico, USA