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Both Of My Grandmothers Visited Me

Megan, SC, USA
March 2005

I was fifteen years old when my grandmother, Bobbie, lost her battle with breast cancer. It was very hard for me to watch her suffer. She would struggle with breathing and couldn't talk. She would just look at us and we knew she was in pain.

I was very close with my grandmother. She was more like a mother than a grandmother. The whole time she was sick I was in denial. I did not want to admit it to myself that she was dying. When she died, I went into shock. I didn't talk to anyone and I didn't show any emotion, even at the funeral.

I finally broke down a week later. I was at home watching old home video's of family vacations in Myrtle Beach. I started crying hysterically and screaming to the top of my lungs. I was home alone with nobody else around and I freaked out. I threw myself face down on the couch and I heard her. I remember what she said word for word "Megan, I'm okay. I love you and I will always watch over you." I felt her breath on my neck. I was calmed immediately.

After that incident I only had dreams about her. I still missed her, but I felt so much better. It wasn't until after my other grandmother died that I saw her again.

My grandmother, Juanita, died just before Christmas. She was sick and bed ridden for a long time. I didn't get to spend much time with her because I live in SC and she lived in Virginia.

My boyfriend and I came to visit her and the family two days before she died. I went to see her the day before she died and she told my aunt how she saw her sisters and my dad (all of which died before she did). She also told my aunt that she saw Jesus standing in the corner.

The day that my grandmother died my aunt called me around 7:00 am and told me to come to the hospital. My grandmother had to be rushed there in the middle of the night because she was having trouble breathing. I rushed there as fast as I could. She died before I got there. I didn't get a chance to say goodbye.

I had a hard time at the funeral. I just couldn't believe both of my grandmothers were gone. Just like that. I felt so alone and depressed.

The night after the funeral I slept on the couch at my cousins house and my boyfriend slept on the recliner right next to the couch. I couldn't sleep so I just lay there with my eyes closed. I felt a cold chill and sat up to reach for more blankets when i saw a bright white light out of the corner of my eye. When I looked over I saw both of my grandmothers standing together. They didn't say a word. They just stood there and looked at me for what felt like a good thirty minutes. My grandma Juanita blew me a kiss and just like that, they disappeared.

After a few minutes I lay back down, very calmed. I fell asleep in no time. The next day I asked my boyfriend if he saw anything and he told me he saw me sitting up on the couch looking over in the corner in a daze. He said he called my name twice but I didn't' say anything and after a few minutes I just layed down and went to sleep. ....I'm not sure why he didn't see them.

Megan, SC, USA
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