I don’t really remember when I became aware of spirits, otherwise known as ghosts. I recall being frightened by stories when at the cottage, ‘the man with the golden arm’ and such. I can’t say when my first encounter with one was but for argument purposes let’s say thirteen, twelve on the safe side.
It was shortly after the death of my mother’s father. I cannot remember who but I was called down stairs, you see we lived with her parents. I was leaving the living room to proceed along the short hallway to the top of the stairs to answer. There half way along the hall was my grandfather’s face, only his face. It came towards me then disappeared. I am not sure of the time frame though a couple of years later he came to me in a dream. He had shown me a book laid out on the basement table. It was open to a page but I could not see what was typed on the page. The following day I went down to the basement expecting to see nothing but there on table lay a book open. Thinking back I feel I did not read the pages thoroughly. I was so unnerved I couldn’t believe it and kept this to myself. Although in finding this book I found his business cards. I wish I had taken the time to read the pages and understand what he had wanted. I have only seen him a couple of times since.
My father’s father has only appeared once that I can recall. He was a mist that moved across a winter scene that hung on our living room wall. My memories of grandpa are a man who would play find out which hand. If I guessed right or wrong there was always a quarter for me. He was the center of the family when visiting. I remember being told he walked every day until hospitalize at 95. Unfortunately I do not recall his thick Scottish accent as I should though being the baby of the family memories are not as sharp due to my age at said time.
Strange now thinking my father’s step mother has never visited that I remember. The strongest memory of Gran was before she passed. It was said she passed then was brought back upon which time my parents were told, “If I go again please don’t bring me back it is so beautiful there.” When she passed again her wish was granted. Seeing her in the coffin I remember how peaceful she looked. Gran was the only grandparent I seen in a coffin after passing.
Edited by White Witch, 16 October 2013 - 05:55 AM.