December 5, 2005
Remembering G.G.
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Jen, Long Beach, California, Summer 2004,
info@ghostvillage.com
My great grandma died when I was eight. She was my world and when
she died my world crumbled. I forgot everything about her because the
pain was too horrible. Eight or nine years past and I went to spend the
night at my uncle's house.
My uncle was a very unlucky man. He always got sick and had accidents
that really hurt him. When my great grandma was alive she always watched
over my uncle and I now know she did that after death also. I was in my
uncle's house for a week and I had the downstairs bedroom to myself. My
uncle slept in another room. Well, I couldn't sleep at all... I wasn't
feeling good, my head was hurting and so was my stomach -- it was really
bad. I was just about to go wake up my uncle and ask him to call my mom
when I felt something. I felt something like a hand resting on my arm.
It wasn't in a hurting way, it was a loving kind of "I'm here to help
you," sort of way. I instantly knew who it was. I said, "Hi G.G." (that
is what we called her) "I miss you and love you very much." Then I felt
the hand stroke my face an then my headache was gone. I felt the hand
rub my stomach and the pain was gone. Then I felt a kiss on my cheek and
a sweet old voice (a voice I haven't heard in years) say, "I love you
too, Jen." Then it went away. Three seconds later I started to cry for
the woman who loved me so much and the woman who I can never try to
forget.
I love you, G.G.!
