Do You Believe in Ghosts?
When I was 10 years old, I was spending the night at my maternal grandmother’s with some of my cousins. We were sleeping on the sofas in the living room because there were too many of us and we could stay up late as long as we were quiet.
I remember waking up in the middle of the night. I really do not know what time it was, but everybody else was sleeping. I saw this very old, frail-looking lady sitting at the dining-room table, staring at me with her face resting in her right hand and elbows on the table. She was wearing her silverish-white hair up and she had kind eyes.
I was not fearful. I knew she was not really there. She could not be. She was my great-grandmother and she lived in a town five hours away from where we were. Not only that, but she was bed-ridden and almost 102 years old.
When I got up the next morning, I asked my sister where the lady went and she kept asking me, “what lady? What are you talking about?” I kept telling her. “the lady with white hair sitting at the table.” She insisted that I had dreamt it. Shortly thereafter, the phone rang…. It was my great-aunt letting my grandma know that their mother had passed away in the middle of the night. Of course, my sister then realized what and who I had seen that early morning.
I do not know what happens when we die, but I believe our soul travels to meaningful places to see people we love and care about before we move on to our new destiny.
This is the first incident I remember of many. I have also heard similar stories from my family that I will continue to share.