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It's awesome to know we all aren't crazy as hell. Lol So I'd say ghost are real! I've seen stuff that can't be nothing but a ghost.
Thanks, losing my dad is one of the hardest things I've had to deal with. Never easy losing loved ones.This story came in while I was out recovering from that stupid surgery. So I missed it.
My mom lives in a nursing home. Once, when she was extremely sick, she began "seeing dead people". Mostly family members.
I chalked it up to her dementia. But maybe she could sense others because she very nearly died?
I don't know.
I'm sorry about your dads passing.
I lost my dad in 2019.Thanks, losing my dad is one of the hardest things I've had to deal with. Never easy losing loved ones.
My grandmother lived in a nursing home after an amputation and losing her home to a fire. Her room was on the second floor, and when she was getting weak at the end of her life, she said she saw people at her window like her brother, who had passed away years earlier. It wasn’t long after that she died. I do believe she saw those who passed before her coming to take her home.Not a ghost story but I find it interesting. In 2019 October 19th I lost my Dad to Cancer . While in his final days I would go visit him . He would hold full conversations with his brothers and sisters that passed long before him . The last time I went to visit he told me his mother was going to come pick him up at 5 am . It kinda freaked me out a little. He passed away just before 5 am the next morning . I still wonder if my grandmother came and picked him up . Had anyone else had something like that happen to them while a family member was sick ?
Your story reminded me that Just after my Dad died on Xmas Eve 33 years ago my niece who was 4 at the time came to visit my Mum, and on arriving she said hello to all of us there but also added 'Hello Pa.' Her Mum explained to her that Pa wasn't here now and she said 'Yes he is! He's sat in his chair with clouds around him.'My coworker, Hayley and I were just talking about how her daughter has seen weird things. One day on their way to school in the winter in Colorado, she said “Why is that family outside?” And Hayley asked “what family?” And her daughter said “There, in the field. The mama and baby, why are they outside? It’s so cold.” She said “Yeah, they’re people, oh wait, they’re clouds… no, they’re cloud people!” Her daughter was 4 at the time - Hayley couldn’t see anyone there!
Wow. That’s intense.Your story reminded me that Just after my Dad died on Xmas Eve 33 years ago my niece who was 4 at the time came to visit my Mum, and on arriving she said hello to all of us there but also added 'Hello Pa.' Her Mum explained to her that Pa wasn't here now and she said 'Yes he is! He's sat in his chair with clouds around him.'
I think children can often sense things we adults dismiss.
Them the night before my Mum died 9 years later, I sat with her and although she hadn't really been with us or moved for days before because of the medication, during that night she would open her eyes, look straight ahead and kept rising from her pillow to reach out towards the end of her bed. I like to think it was my Dad come to take her with him.
Does the fact that my experiences stopped when I was 17 mean than I was slow in the maturity process??Wow. That’s intense.
I agree that kids are probably more open to accepting that kind of experience than we are, so they have more of these stories to tell.
Although my mothers health is relatively good at the moment. She was near death twice before and BOTH times started speaking about dead relatives coming to visit her.Your story reminded me that Just after my Dad died on Xmas Eve 33 years ago my niece who was 4 at the time came to visit my Mum, and on arriving she said hello to all of us there but also added 'Hello Pa.' Her Mum explained to her that Pa wasn't here now and she said 'Yes he is! He's sat in his chair with clouds around him.'
I think children can often sense things we adults dismiss.
Them the night before my Mum died 9 years later, I sat with her and although she hadn't really been with us or moved for days before because of the medication, during that night she would open her eyes, look straight ahead and kept rising from her pillow to reach out towards the end of her bed. I like to think it was my Dad come to take her with him.
Thanks.As told to me;
"When I was giving birth to your brother in 1963, my heart stopped. Your Father and I had a RH incompatibility that caused issues. As I died, I left my body, I was in the corner of the room looking down on the doctors trying to resuscitate my body. There were three doctors in the room and two nurses, another brought in some piece of equipment. On the middle of the top shelf was a bible, it must be Father Murphy's from St Joseph in Ann Arbor, who had visited me earlier. He must have forgotten it. Next thing I knew, I was in pain, immense pain and I realized that I was alive. When they had me stabilized, I asked about the bible that Father Murphy had left, they told me there was no Father Murphy and no Priest had visited me that day, then the nurse turned and felt for the bible on the top shelf, where it couldn't be seen, her face turned white as she pulled it down. She nearly collapsed when she opened it....................signed by a Father Murphy. This was a big thing in 1963 and I was grilled for details of my experience by the attending physicians and all agreed something had intervened. They admitted, I wasn't responding to treatment yet suddenly, I was alive again. They never found Father Murphy."
My mom kept that bible......
My mom finally died in '16 at 92 years, she never believed in ghosts as I do, she believed in God as I do as well. That little brother of mine lived and is still a pita.....but I still get to tease him....he's uglier than me, he's the product of old parents.......
Not really a "ghost story".......but along the same vein.....
For a boy it's a curse!Well I certainly have some reading to do tomorrow, and a couple of stories told to us kids by my great grandmother many decades ago.
@jeff kushner that little blue eyed redhead is stunning! I have always thought that pure red hair and pale blue eyes is the most beautiful combination! She will look young all of her days. Gingers are blessed with a natural, internal fountain of youth.
For a boy it's a curse!
I had red hair too. Thank God it got brownish as I got older.
I still have the blue eyes