posted on Jul, 7 2012 @ 07:15 AM
There are many experiences i had through my life that changed my point of view for the world.Most of them are of paranormal nature and those who
weren't are too disturbing for me to share.
So out of my paranormal experiences i picked to share the one that made me a believer in the afterlife and spirits.
One of the most important people in my life was my grandfather Luke.I loved him(and still do) more than any person in my family.
He died when i was 10 years old.
It was the Friday after Easter in the year 1989.My grandfather was in the hospital,diagnosed with prostate cancer and my parents all they had told me
at the time was that grandpa was very sick.
That morning i was home alone and i was sitting in my bedroom(school was out for easter vacation).My mother was at the hospital and my brothers were
at my aunt's house.The bedroom door was open and i can't remember what i was doing,but suddenly i saw my grandfather standing in the open door.He
didn't say anything.He just smiled ,waved at me and he disappeared into thin air.The whole thing lasted a few minutes.I wasn't scared.I felt sad,but
i was glad that at least i got to see him one last time.
After about 15 to 20 minutes my mother called and told me that grandpa is dead.My answer was:"I know,he was here".This must have freaked her out big
time,because she hang up on me without saying anything else.When she returned home she wouldn't look at me.At the time i didn't understand why.Many
years later,when we discussed it again,she told me that grandpa was like that and he used to see things that other people didn't.She believed at the
time of his death, he passed this to me and she was kind of afraid of me.
Anyway,my mother was pregnant at the time and early November of that year she gave birth to a boy.My parents have decided to name him Michael.I was
looking forward to see my new baby brother,but my father wouldn't take me with him in the hospital.Then after a couple of days,he announced us that
Michael was born sick and he died.
There is no way to describe the anger i felt at the moment.I couldn't understand why a baby had to die.The same night i saw grandpa in my
dream,holding Michael in his arms.He told me:"Don't worry,i'll take care of him.He's going to be ok.Come close to see him".
When i woke up in the morning i went to my mother and told her the dream and it was the first time that i saw her smile.
For a very long time i saw grandpa in dreams.He gave me advice about different things and after my grandmother's death they came in the dreams
I haven't seen him in a very long time,but he is the reason that i read and research ghosts,spirits and other paranormal things.From my mother i have
learned that he was very interested in paranormal as well.He was reading a lot and he had many experiences.
Maybe in a way he did pass this to me.
That's my little life changing experience.
Thank you for reading.