I know that this may seem strange,or far-fecthed,but, what I am about to tell you,is the truth. It happened to me.
I grew up in Buena Park,California,right next door to Knott's Berry Farm.
I even worked there off and on about every 10 years. I didn't even plan it that way, it just worked out that way.
Well, for most of my life, my grandparents, my dads' parents, lived on the other side of Knott's,right behind the Buena Park Mall. I would go there,after work, to visit my grandmother, who had congestive heart failure,and rheumatoid arthritis,and though I was often pretty tired,I would help her finish up her housework. She was very tidy,and even with severe,constant pain in her fingers and hands, her house was immaculate. She and I were very close.
Anyway, in 1978, she died,unexpectedly.
We were all so devistated,as you can imagine.
But, a few days later, the evening of her funeral, I had gone to my bedroom to just think about the days events,and just sit quietly,when I heard a distinctively female voice come from my closet. A moaning sound,if you will. Only, it wasn't one of torment,or agony,it was one of just immense relief. It was a sound I had heard once,when I was very young. My grandmother.
But. that wasn't the only time I felt,or heard one of them. My grandfather,her husband, died unexpectedly,as well,in 1988 of a heart attack, doing what he wanted to be doing,should he die. Drinking his favorite drink,a bourban on the rocks,and sitting in front of the tv.watching,of all things, The opening of king tuts tomb.
It was very fast, I am told.
Well, I was the one who ended up being elected by the family,to stay in their home,to watch over it,while my family went through it,to sort out everything,and eventually, put the house up for sale. Well, one night, after I had put my then, 6 year old daughter to bed, I was sitting in the back bedroom,reading,when I felt a sudden pressure on the left side of my head,just above my left ear. It felt like a hand,just lightly laying there,as if in comfort. The way my grandmother used to do,when I was young.
I remember thinking,hmmmm. that was interesting, and laid my own hand there,to be sure of what it was I had felt. It was the same.
I later told my mother about it,and my dad was standing there,too. My mother looked at my Dad,and then my mother asked me which room I was in? I told her,the back bedroom,in the corner. She asked if I had ever known the full story of my grandmothers death. I said no. She then told me that my grandmother had collapsed in that room,and was basically dead,when they took her out of there. Though, we kids had been led to believe she had lingered longer than that. They just stared at me and each other. So, what I am telling you this for,is to give anyone who may be facing the death of a loved one that, even though you cannot see or hear them,they are always there,watching over you. If you feel sad,or distraught over something going on in your life, and feel a sudden touch, as in giving comfort,that is,no doubt, your loved one,standing with you,giving you comfort and strength when you need it the most.