Sent to us by an anonymous fan. She will be sending us more soon :) *Dawnie* Growing up, I have always been fascinated with hauntings, ghosts, spirits and cryptids. I remember getting a book about ghosts and spirits for Christmas when I was 9. For a long time I never had any experiences but sometimes I would feel things, just usually emotion, I am glad that I was open to these unexplained possibilities, as I think if I was not i would not have had the experience that would come much later in my life. I grew up most of my life not knowing either of my grandpas. My grandpa on my dads side had passed with Alzheimers when I was just 14 months old, I have no memory of him unfortunately. My grandfather on my mothers side passed away when I was almost 3. I have a faint memory of him when I was very young of climbing on his lap. That was a big deal you see, as he wore oxygen and toted around an oxygen tank, and as a child it was kind of a scary sight. He had idiopathic fibrosis of the lungs, and was actually the first person to receive a lung transplant in the state I live in, back in 1990. It apparently was not meant to be, as he passed away in early 1991 from his body rejecting his new lungs. Fast forward to 2006. I was expecting my first son at this time, and was actually roughly 10 days away from my due date. I was a young mother, only 17 at the time and completely scared out of my mind at what the future holds for me and my unborn son at the time. I was asleep, and as many people know when heavily pregnant its hard enough to get comfortable, but with the frequent bathroom breaks its pretty much impossible to sleep through the whole night. On this night in particular, I had woke up at 2:17 in the morning, I will never forget it. I had fallen asleep with the TV on, and after I looked st my phone I rolled over to get out of bed to use the restroom. Just as I put my feet on the ground something caught my eye and I looked up at the TV (the only source of light in the room). Beside the TV was an old rocking chair that belonged to my grandmother (my moms mom) and in the rocking chair was my grandfather. He didnt look at me, he was just rocking away, I immediately noticed the oxygen tank beside him and the tubes in his nose. I remember just feeling an emotion of peace wash over me and when I blinked he was gone. I know in my heart and soul he had stopped in just to tell me he was watching me, and it was all going to be okay. And it was of course! One week to the day later I had a 7lb, 3oz healthy baby boy!
Posted on: Sat, 24 Jan 2015 02:36:27 +0000
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