[SIZE=12pt]Ok, here goes #1 story she told me that she felt very surely was a communication from "beyond" or however you think of it:[/SIZE]
My grandmother had just lost her youngest boy, Jr. (Porter Dee) to a terrible act of mistaken identity/violence. He was just 17 years old.
She was so distraught over this that she was at a point where she wanted to just lie down and die, just give up. She did lie down on her bed and laid a long time where she figures she fell asleep.
She didn't realize she was asleep, though, and looked into a mirror that was near her bed, where she saw a reflection of herself, but not lying down, standing next to the bed. She looked as she looked exactly, but she noticed that the reflection began to age and age and age and got very old before falling over dead on the bed. She knew in her heart that she was being told she was not going to give up, because she would live a long life and die an old woman. She died at 83 in 1995...
The next one was after her husband had died. She again felt very worried about him, and wishing to know if he were ok.
She was sleeping in her recliner when she heard a knock at the door. She answered the door and saw there her husband, Porter (sr.). He was just as she remembered him except he was not sick and looked fine and happy, in his old porkpie hat he had worn before he'd taken very ill. He looked at her for a moment. He then turned and walked down the steps toward the walk, but the walk led to a barbed wire fence that he parted and began to step through. On the other side, she could see instead of the street, freshly tilled earth like a field. He stopped moving and turned to look back at her with a grin, saying, "It's not much, but I am happy here." and gestured through the fence at his "land" she assumed.
She knew indeed that if he had what he showed her, in his existence whereever he was, that he was, indeed happy and so she never felt a worry over him again, or what became of his spirit.
Both occasions she felt were very clear in their purpose and meaning and were not like usual dreams she had of deceased. She felt a clear purpose within those dreams/communications and knew while they were happening that they were important and not to miss any detail.
I know it sounds odd, but these were the only real communications she had that she communicated to me and I could tell by her voice that they were what she said they were. At least to her and that was all that mattered. Somehow, someone or something comforted her grieving soul. She was never one to sensationalize or lie, either, not about something like this.
She always told me she would come back and tell me what she could once she had passed on, but I have never gotten any word from her that I could say was, definitively, communication, though I have felt her presence, my dad and I always figure we just knew her so well, that our dreaming minds conjure her up easily for our own comfort and needs. Maybe she's still waiting for the right time? Or maybe she can't find her way back. Or maybe it's all bull pucky as she would say, but I still enjoy these stories and thinking of them.
Liz M.
