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My story begins on November 21, 2004.
I was on my
way home from a friends house when my cell phone
rang. It was my Stepmother, "Amy where are you?" I
told her I was on my way home and that I would be
there in about 30 minutes. I detected something
funny in her voice and I asked her what was
wrong. She didn't say anything and immediately I
thought she was mad at me for leaving a light on
or leaving laundry in the washer or something
silly like that so I asked one more time,"what's
wrong?" She told me my Grandfather had
died. "WHAT!!" I screamed as I cut off several
cars to pull off the road. I couldn't believe
what I had just heard (my Poppy and I were very
close). I hung up the phone and composed myself
enough to drive home. When I arrived home I was
met by the saddened tears of my father and
After our tears, hugs, and I'm
sorry's, I went downstairs to my apartment to sit
alone and cry. I was sitting on my couch which at
the time faced directly towards the hallway door
and I swear I saw Poppy standing in the
doorway. It was only for a brief second (though it
felt like an eternity). Plain as day I saw his
face, his powder blue "grandpa" shirt with a
collar, two buttons and a pocket, blue jeans he
always wore and white sneakers. Through my tears
I just smiled and knew he had come to say goodbye.
Unfortunately I was unable to attend his
funeral because I live in CT. and He lived in NC.
and I couldn't travel that far on such short
notice with my then two and a half year old son.
In any event I truly feel I never got to give him
a proper goodbye, thus leading to me not really
accepting the fact that he is gone.
A few months after Poppy's death something
strange (not scary) started happening.
would put my son to bed I'd be laying in bed
unwinding from the day and usually I would end up
thinking about my Grandfather before I fell
asleep. Every once in a while I would be woken up
to the sound of my sons talking toy grill going
off. I would get out of bed and move it a little
just in case it shifted a bit on the shelf and
caused itself to go off. I would go back to bed,
eventually drifting off back to sleep. This
happened for quite a while until eventually I got
fed up with it and removed the batteries (my son
hadn't played with it in a while anyway). As soon
as I did that it seemed that his other electronic
toys would start going off when no one was around.
I just dismissed this is Poppy saying Hi.
In February, 2005 I became pregnant and two
weeks before my Grandfather's second anniversary
in heaven I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy
(who in my opinion is a spitting image of my
Poppy). Of course I still think about my Poppy
almost every night before I go to sleep and low
and behold what begins to happen again? You
guessed it. More electronic toys going off.
night (I remember this as vividly as if it were
really happening) I was having a dream that I was
talking to my Poppy and I was asking him if he
ever comes around to visit us and if he has seen
his new Great Grandson and in this dream I was
crying. I awoke to a soaking wet face and the
sound of my baby's toy juke box radio going off.
I got out of bed to tap it (the only way to turn
it off other than letting the song play all the
way through) and I said "Hello Poppy" and went
back to bed. I seemed to fall back to sleep rather
quickly and into the same dream where Poppy asked
me if I got his message. I was awakened two more
times that night to the toy juke box radio. Since
then everything (the toys) have been quiet until
today, which is the reason why I am writing this.
I was browsing Castleofspirits stories and I was
thinking about my Poppy when I heard my cell phone
make the beep sound that it makes when someone
turns it on (yet is was on because I was just on
it a few minutes before) but when I picked it up
it was on the "welcome" screen. I just smiled and
said "Hello Poppy".
Thank you for reading my story and please
remember that a loved one is never far from a
memory (or any electronics you may have laying
around :o) )
Submitted From: Amy, Connecticut, USA