You wanna hear something weird?
I'm reading a book by Allison DuBois, the psychic that the show Medium is based on. The title of the book is--I think this is so cool--"We Are Their Heaven." Isn't that a really nice, comforting thought? Anyway, the book just discusses various ways that those who have passed reach out to show their loved ones that they're still here, both through readings with her and through other signs.
So I decided to test it out. I felt like a complete dork but I said out loud, "Grandma and Grandpa, I'm here. I'm listening. I'm open and receptive. Can you give me a sign sometime tonight that you guys are out there, and that you're together? Thanks." (That's what she says to do--to let them know you're listening. Kind of like Frasier Crane.)
Then I closed my eyes to go to sleep. (See, usually they come to you in dreams.) But then, all of a sudden--I heard a chime. That's the best way to explain it. Kind of like getting an instant message, except my sound was muted on my laptop and my notifications don't sound like that anyway. None of our neighbors have windchimes or anything. Nor do we. There's nothing in my room that would have caused this chime/ringing sound. I haven't heard it before, or since.
I lay back down in my bed. I stared at the ceiling. "Um....was that you guys?" I asked. "If so, can you do it again? So I know I wasn't imagining it?" Nothing happened. (I can just hear Grandpa: "Jesus, once ain't enough for ya?")
But I knew it was them. See, I've only tried this once before, with Grimm, my soldier. I told a lot of you about this. It was after reading either John Edward or Sylvia Browne, and I followed kind of the same procedure. It was a night that I was missing him a whole lot. I was bawling. I told him I missed him and asked for a sign. As I lay in bed, I suddenly felt kind of a whooosing by my ear and a guy's voice say my name. It happened really fast, like it was flying by my ear. And now I'm hearing chimes?
Anyway....it was really, really cool. Hi, Grandma and Grandpa!!! I miss you and I'm really sorry I couldn't see you again before you died. I'll feel badly about that the rest of my life. I got your message and I'm really glad you're together. I hope you're happy and healthy. I'm here and listening any time you want to say hi. *
(*Because, you know, I'm sure they all read blogs in heaven.) ;)
9 comments:
I'm a little verklempt.
I've really thought especially since my grandmas passed away this summer that once they're gone their spirits can always be with us in a closer way than they ever could in life.
If they are reading blogs, I'm more than a little embarrassed about my blow job comments and my filthy mouth...
Seriously, though, I think they can be with us, too, and your little message to your grandparents was really sweet and I actually said "awwww" out loud
:-)
LOL at the blow job comments! The disturbing thought that "if they're close enough to know the good things, then they're close enough to know the bad things" has crossed my mind a few times. Ah well, they're human too and they love us.
That's why I was always sure I couldn't ever be on a reality TV show - I couldn't let my true self all hang out knowing that my grandparents were watching me!
LOL! Me too, Anna :-)
how does every convo on here somehow come back around to BJs????? lol
my bad. I'm just SAYIN, though, that if they do read blogs, I've said lots of stuff I'm embarrassed about
i'd be more worried about the stuff you actually DO, tramp.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I know. After I typed that I was thinking, well if they can read blogs, they can see everything I do, too. I'm gonna be looking over my shoulder next time ;-)
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