Grandfather Always Watches

When my eldest son was two years old, his beloved "pepere'" died. Pepere' (Grandfather) was my grandfather, but my grandparent's had raised me all my life, so in essence, they were my parents. I called them ma and daddy. My son was not one for imaginary playmates, etc., yet he always talked to his pepere' for years after his death. Their was one night in particular, my son was running a high fever and I had no way, for many reasons, to get him to a DR. He was laying on the couch and I was at my wits end when I looked at my Dad's picture and said "Daddy, I wish you were here now." The next thing I knew, I was waking up to my son sitting up on the couch. I was appalled that I had actually fallen asleep, quickly and soundly, and ran to my boy saying "honey, are you okay?". He looked at me, his fever completely gone, smiled and said "that's what Pepere' said." My Dad came to me -- and my son many times after his death. It was the 2nd time he had come to "baby-sit," but that is another story.

I have no doubt of life after death, my Dad has proven that to me, death is not a barrier.

Phone Call from a Loving Father

My father died last January from a terminal illness. I'm an RN and stayed with him until he died. He has a sudden change for the worse one morning. He was found unresponsive and cyanotic (blue). I knew the end was near. My son and I stayed with him all day and night. I don't ever remember my father telling me that he loved me. I had talked with my two grown children about how much I wanted to tell him that I loved him but for some reason. I just couldn't bring myself to say the words. My daughter called that evening from out of state and reminded me to tell him before he dies.

I talked to him all night and told him over and over again how I felt. When we changed his position in bed, he was flaccid. I saw him trying to raise his arms toward the ceiling during the night and I grabbed for his head to calm him down and as I did so he awoke for a few precious short minutes. I called the rest of the family to come to his bedside. He was so calm and peaceful! In the morning!

I witnessed his last gasp of air and felt his heartbeat until it stopped. When my terminal patients died, I held firmly to the belief that their spirits go on living. But I had many unanswered questions when it came to my father. Was he simply gone with that last beat of his heart or did he live on? For the past month I have been having vivid dreams about him. I kept having horrible flashbacks about him. One day I returned home very tired and I kept thinking that I can't fall asleep because I needed to pick up my stepson at 5:15. When I returned home, I found a message on my answering machine. I thought someone was eating something and had their mouth full, but as I continued to listen I heard a voice. It was recorded at 5:15.

If I had been home to answer the phone, I probably would have hung up the phone. I recorded the message on my computer. I've listened to the message many times. I heard much more with headphones.

Here is what I heard. "I love you Margaret..ma..ma..gret . . . I! Love your Margie . . . I always . . . I love Ed, Darlene . . . Mom. I want you not to worry about anyone anymore . . . Try (or Bye)." I know it was my father! He answered my question about his continued existence and finally told me that he loved me.

Maybe this will bring peace for someone else.

Father Time Pays A Visit

I had an experience years ago as a child. A friend of mine had stayed all night with me. We were lying in the same bed facing each other talking in the dark. All of a sudden a little, bright light appeared. It grew larger and larger as it went behind my friend. It was the brightest light I had ever seen and it did not glow as it should have . . . it was so bright it should have lit up a football field.

My friend could see the light out of the corner of her eye. She said "What is It?" . I said oh my god don't turn around . . . then I said yes . . . turn around and look. She then was too scared. I have asked her from time to time over the years if she remembers that night and she says yes, I remember. What I saw that night was unreal! I saw an old man pointing his finger at me and then it flashed off and another person was there. This second person was a very famous person and still is. I told my mother what I had seen and she told me the first person I saw was Father Times. I had told her about the second person I had seen.

I have told very few people who the second person was . . . I am scared people will think I am crazy! Anyway, I have always wanted to be hypnotized to prove what I had seen . . . but, never could afford it. Nothing like this ever happened again.

I recently lost my sister in April of this year. She had been shot twice by her husband. I am so upset she has not contacted me . . . as, I know she can do it. I have prayed and prayed to her. I am actually getting mad at her. I know there is life after death . . . after what I had seen that night. I will keep praying. Thank you for listening to me as I have to watch who I tell this story to.