Spooky Story Five: Love from the Afterlife
But sometimes, the effect is so profound, you cannot dismiss it so easily.
Here are some experiences from a fellow blogger, Jenna Howard. She writes about passion on her blog. But here today, she writes passionately about love from the afterlife.
I had written about this on my blog because I had absolutely nothing to say at the time. Yes, it happens. Anyway, a comment asked: "Jenna, do you think you could write down one or two specific experiences you had - especially the one where you felt the bed sink and everything after your grandparents passed? I think it's perfect for my spooky stories series I'll be running from Sept. until the big finale on Halloween."
Well, who am I to resist the Phoenix?
It was 1994. The only reason why I remember the year is because that was when we lost my grandparents within a week. We lost Grandma to cancer, then several days later Grandpa followed her. At the time I was in Kingston, Ontario, having the time of my life with my best friend and had no idea what was happening back home. My family had decided to let me finish out my holidays (it was only a day difference) so when my mom picked me up at the Calgary International airport, she told me that Grandma was gone and Grandpa was in ICU. The guilt was massive. Silly but that's the way I felt. This was also the first time I would experience loss and it through me for a loop.
I'm not the best sleeper. If the furnace kicks on I wake up. At the time I was living at home, snug in my bed. What yanked me from my sleep was the sensation of someone sitting on my bed! I flipped over and half expected to see one of my parents sitting there, checking up on me.
With my heart pumping a mile a minute I decided "Okay, it was a dream," and I went back to bed.
Days later...it happened again. I felt such an obvious sensation of my mattress sinking - as if someone was sitting down. Again, I flipped over...no one. This happened a few times at random intervals. Always jarring me from my sleep, I could feel my bed sinking in one spot. I don't know what made me say it but I stared at the ceiling, thinking of my grandparents whom I loved & adored (especially my grandma) and said "I'm sorry I wasn't here but I won't feel guilty any more. Love you. Miss you. Bye."
My bed never shifted again. And I have to confess...I kinda miss it.
This wouldn't be the last time this would happen to me. In February we lost my dad to Valley Fever and we were all down in Phoenix. When my brother and I had arrived at the hospital I had written on my Dad's forearm over and over again, I (heart) U. He was unable to speak, and I kept "writing" that I loved him over and over and over for the simple truth of touching him.
I was sleeping in a strange bed (something I'm never good at) and sharing my room with my mom. A "touch" came out of nowhere, on my right shoulder (I'm a stomach sleeper) and I swear to this day I felt "I (heart) U" being written on my skin. I flipped over half expecting to see my father there. Instead, it was shadows of unfamiliar shadows.
Figures that he'd visit me one last time to say good-bye, just like his Mom had 12 years earlier.