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tragchk wrote:I've had instances where I smell my Grandmother's Perfume or my Grandfathers (awful!!) cigar smoke. Out of nowhere. They've been dead for over 20 years.
And roses ~ when there's none in sight....
(...and yeah; I see you-all taking a collective "giant step" away from me...)
tragchk wrote:NealIsGod wrote:tragchk wrote:I've had instances where I smell my Grandmother's Perfume or my Grandfathers (awful!!) cigar smoke. Out of nowhere. They've been dead for over 20 years.
And roses ~ when there's none in sight....
(...and yeah; I see you-all taking a collective "giant step" away from me...)
My friend has an amazing story.
His dad died in January of 1992. Six months later to the day, he was thinking about his dad and writing a letter to someone late at night.
The next morning, he woke up and went down for breakfast.. His mom asked him if he kept turning the light on in their bedroom. She kept waking up because the lamp on the side of the bed that his dad slept on kept turning on. He said he never came in the room at all.
Then he told her something funny happened to him, too. He was writing a letter, and noticed that his handwriting looked different. He went and got the letter and showed his mom. She started crying and told him, "that is your father's handwriting."
True story.
I have a similar story to that....oh, and the Grandmother / perfume in question, is Loretta:
When she died, I was a Freshman in College, 1986...I didn't have a chance to see her beforehand. She and I always had a close bond; I felt very close to her. She always told me that looking at me "was like looking at a mirror" of when she was younger. Now, at almost 40, I "see" exactly what she means.
So anyways, my Mom and older sister were in my Dorm room; my sister was a nervous wreck and very upset, and lit up a cigarette in my room. I told her to put it out; we got in a fight, etc...very raw emotions....so, she went outside. The room STUNK of smoke, so I grabbed the first thing I could find, and sprayed it around the room:
....it just happened to be Loretta's favorite perfume.
I left the room, met them outside, said goodbye, and went back into my room. I left the light on when I left the room...
...and it was OFF when I went back in.
I turned the light back on, went down the hall to look for a friend - she wasn't there; I went back to my room, opened the door again...
...and the light was OFF ~ AGAIN.
The girl across the hall, Lynette, was in her room, with the door opened; I asked her if my roommate was back; did she go into our room....she said "no".
SO, I left the room, LOCKED THE DOOR, walked around for a bit, and came back....I asked Lynette if my roommate was back; again, she said no. I opened the door...
....and the light was OFF.
Not only that, but the air had an "electric" feel to it.
Ms_M wrote:Very cool, Nora. My family had discussions about this topic all weekend. We have seen examples of a loved one who has passed coming back to bring someone who is about to pass to the other side. I saw my Grandmother, in her last days, talk about and to the "people by the ceiling". We could see no one there, but we do not doubt that there were people there to help her pass.
Trailblazer wrote:My 48-year old brother, Jim, passed away in 1995. Several weeks after he died, approximately eleven family members gathered at a neighborhood restaurant for dinner. The servers were kind enough to move tables so we could all be seated together. The only seat that wasn't taken was at the head of the table. After dinner and a lot of "family talk", our server presented us with the bill and we made preparations to leave. My grandson who was two years old came to me and asked where "Uncle Dim" was. I told him that Uncle Jim could not be here, that he had gone to a faraway place. The child was very insistent that he had, indeed, been sitting at the table. Again, we explained to him that his uncle could not possibly have been there. At one point, I asked my grandson where he saw him and he pointed to the chair at the head of the table that had been empty. My brother adored this little boy, and as his father said later, if Jim was going to show himself to anybody, it would have been this child. True story. Over the years, I have have my doubts about others' paranormal experiences, but after what happened at the restaurant that evening, I am a believer.
NealIsGod wrote:Trailblazer wrote:My 48-year old brother, Jim, passed away in 1995. Several weeks after he died, approximately eleven family members gathered at a neighborhood restaurant for dinner. The servers were kind enough to move tables so we could all be seated together. The only seat that wasn't taken was at the head of the table. After dinner and a lot of "family talk", our server presented us with the bill and we made preparations to leave. My grandson who was two years old came to me and asked where "Uncle Dim" was. I told him that Uncle Jim could not be here, that he had gone to a faraway place. The child was very insistent that he had, indeed, been sitting at the table. Again, we explained to him that his uncle could not possibly have been there. At one point, I asked my grandson where he saw him and he pointed to the chair at the head of the table that had been empty. My brother adored this little boy, and as his father said later, if Jim was going to show himself to anybody, it would have been this child. True story. Over the years, I have have my doubts about others' paranormal experiences, but after what happened at the restaurant that evening, I am a believer.
They say kids are more in tune with paranormal stuff. I believe it.
Trailblazer wrote:My 48-year old brother, Jim, passed away in 1995. Several weeks after he died, approximately eleven family members gathered at a neighborhood restaurant for dinner. The servers were kind enough to move tables so we could all be seated together. The only seat that wasn't taken was at the head of the table. After dinner and a lot of "family talk", our server presented us with the bill and we made preparations to leave. My grandson who was two years old came to me and asked where "Uncle Dim" was. I told him that Uncle Jim could not be here, that he had gone to a faraway place. The child was very insistent that he had, indeed, been sitting at the table. Again, we explained to him that his uncle could not possibly have been there. At one point, I asked my grandson where he saw him and he pointed to the chair at the head of the table that had been empty. My brother adored this little boy, and as his father said later, if Jim was going to show himself to anybody, it would have been this child. True story. Over the years, I have have my doubts about others' paranormal experiences, but after what happened at the restaurant that evening, I am a believer.
tragchk wrote:**GUYS!**
I saw a commerical for a movie, called "1408", starring John Cusack. It's about a man who loses his young daughter, and goes to obsessive, extreme lenghts to contact her.
It's written by Stephen King, so you KNOW it's gonna be scary!
ohsherrie wrote:tragchk wrote:**GUYS!**
I saw a commerical for a movie, called "1408", starring John Cusack. It's about a man who loses his young daughter, and goes to obsessive, extreme lenghts to contact her.
It's written by Stephen King, so you KNOW it's gonna be scary!
Aw shit, gotta see that one.
tragchk wrote:Here's the Preview:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKqPlIFokig
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