When I was in high school, I dated this marvelous girl. She was charming, sweet, and had THE perfect smile. Sadly, she got in an ATV accident and passed away due to head trauma. This destroyed me and I was a wreck. But exactly a week later, IIRC, I got an e-mail from her saying that she was so excited to hang out with me that summer.
It strangely made me feel better. I don’t know if that message was in the drafts folder for x amount of time and then automatically sent, but I was happily surprised that somehow she “spoke” to me after her passing. I also got a text message from her phone that week, but no one had touched the phone since she had passed-her parents and brother wouldn’t go in her room.
I was in the middle of a session with my therapist. We were starting deep meditation/hypnosis. I had finally achieved what I would describe as the deepest state of relaxation I’d ever gotten to. About 5 seconds into this deep meditation, the room got incredibly bright (as far as I could tell with closed eyes) as if I was looking at the sun with my eyes closed. My therapist stopped mid sentence just then. She didn’t speak for five seconds and I asked her if everything was okay. She said,” I think you just produced a ray.” She refused to tell me what she meant and she dropped me as a client the next week. I still have no idea what happened.
My Mom always bought snow globes for my grandma, when my grandma passed away my mom took them back to our house. My mom put them all up on the shelves that go around the entire living room. A few weeks had passed and my mom found a video that she wanted my brothers and I to watch because it reminded her of our grandma. We all sat down to watch it and of course near the end of the movie our mom was crying.
Right when the movie ends all of the snow globes went off at the same time. The figurines didn’t move on any of them, just the music. We all huddled together of course because we’re scared as fuck and my mom suddenly said, “mom?” And all of the music stopped and them room became extremely cold.
My mom suddenly felt really uncomfortable and had all of us run and get into the car and she drove us to our god mothers house. She cried for hours until she got a call from our dad saying he’d be home in a few minutes and should head back. When we all got back inside it was warm again, but all of the snow globes were shattered on the ground except for 1, the one that was my grandma’s favorite.
I lost my grandfather several years ago. He was the first of my grandparents to die, and the rest sort of fell like dominoes behind him. I was out of town when he passed – he had been in the hospital a while (stable), so it was very unexpected. My father called me early in the morning and told me “come home. papa’s gone.”
I drove home a complete mess. Wiped tears away and stood strong for my dad, helped with the arrangements, supported everyone as best I could.
Not long after, my grandmother’s Alzheimers got much worse – and she followed him into death. The night before she died, she looked at the ceiling and smiled so big, saying “Jesus and [grandfather’s name]. They’re here for me.” She passed quietly with family present, and then the rest of us were called in to mourn and assemble as a family.
All that passed without incident. A couple of years later – my (maternal) great grandmother, a true diamond, fell and broke her hip. She was closing in on 100, and ultimately made up her mind to just let go. We understood, and took turns sitting with her until it was time. The last time I saw her, she told me that she was ready to go and imparted her last words on me. I leaned into her with a hug, and asked her for a favor: “When you get home, will you tell Papa Im sorry I wasn’t there?”
She just smiled, nodded, and winked at me. We cried a little and I went home – she passed that night, about 3 in the morning.
Fast forward to a little over a year or so – the email I sent my parents telling them about this is dated 2/19/12 – there is a local convention here that normally has ghosthunter panels and the like. This year, a former TAPS team member and some other ghost hunter types held a ‘campfire stories’ sort of panel – with people contributing their own stories, much like this thread. I sat there listening, it was all pretty neat. The panel was uneventful. It ended, and I lingered around for a while.
I was chatting with one of them, who gave me a copy of their book, as people milled about leaving – and a heavyset guy who had been sitting on the panel earlier came up to me and said “I need to tell you something. I was going to leave, but I cant until I tell you this. I hope it doesn’t freak you out.”