Grandmother Says Goodbye
This is from our new young psychic friend in England. After reading several of her experiences, it is our belief that whether she wants it or not, she is going to have a very exciting psychic life. We wish her all the best on her life's journey and nothing but the most positive and spiritual adventures. She has another "Ghost Story", a "OBE" experience, and a prediction in the new "Predictions" section.
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The night before my grandmother was killed by a drunk driver (1995) (I had not had contact with my grandmother for a few months beforehand, and I consider this next set of events quite strange especially as I was a hundred miles away from her at boarding school).
In my dream I was with my brothers in a field. There was a road and on the other side of the road there was a graveyard, with a lone gravestone. We felt intrigued to cross the road and look at who this stone belonged to. So we walked across the road and were in the graveyard looking at it, but to our confusion there was no inscription upon the stone.
We suddenly realised that at next to the gravestone was a picnic rug with a feast of cakes, fruit and other delights. We sat down and began eating and then our grandmother appeared to be sitting with us and gave me an apple. We were very happy and contented and not the least bit pertained that we were sitting in a graveyard. But when I woke up in the morning I felt moved by the dream, and thought I should contact her.
I had school that day so decided to write a letter to her after lessons. At 5pm I sat down to write the letter. It was the first letter I had ever written to her and the first time I had really opened up to her. I wrote more than two pages to her, just writing about all the things I had never had a chance to speak to her about before. I signed off and just as I was walking through the corridor to post the letter, the phone rang as I passed it. I picked it up and the voice asked for my name.
I said they were speaking to the right person. Then it said, "We have a message for you. Your grandmother has just been killed in a road accident and the funeral is on Friday". And that was that. I looked at the envelope for a minute, and then back up at the phone. Never in all my life have I experienced such a powerful feeling of emptiness. Anyway, the next few days passed and then the funeral happened.
The night after the funeral (I do not know if it was a dream or a ghost) I was sleeping when she came into my room and sat at the end of my bed. I sat up and with no fear or hesitation, began to talk to her. She was asking me all about school and friends and everything, and it was just like in the letter. I felt really at peace when I woke up the next day, and while the rest of my family went about grieving for weeks on end, I did not.
I have never told my family or friends about this experience. One of my school friend's grandmother died a year later and five years later she still has not come to terms with this, and still mourns and laments her and says how she "cannot cope with talking to an old person or even looking at them....because it reminds her of..." This saddens me to think that she cannot let her go and accept the reality of life and death. Maybe I am lucky in the experience I had which has bought me such comfort.
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Parents and Grandparents love their children and over the years there have been a number of stories about people saying goodbye but this is one of the best.
What do you think?