February 18, 2009
Nana's Grip
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Charlotte Jackson - England - 2006
Me and my sister were sleeping in the same bedroom and my sister looked
shocked. I asked her, "What's the matter, Emily?" She said, "I think I've
just seen Nana!"
"What which Nana?" I questioned.
"Our dead Nana," she replied in shock.
I thought...
in ghost form?
A couple of weeks later I saw her too -- a glance of her. I said to my
sister shivering but smiling at the same time, "I've seen her too." My
sister knew who I meant. That morning we both straight away told our mum...
she believed us. We both described her clothes, hair, and where she stood.
"She had a flowery dress, brown curly hair, and was standing at the end of
Emily's bed!" I explained to my mum. My sister's eyes widened. She
exclaimed, "That's what I saw too!"
Since then we know she's there for us. We had moved houses, it was Christmas
Eve, and our step brother was there. He slept on the floor in the middle of
mine and Emily's bed. Our Nan was there... we all started shivering. I said
to Emily, "Does your hand feel as if it's being squeezed?" Straight away she
replied, "Yeah!" Our hands were being held tight by our Nan... but she was
standing through Jordan (our step brother). We felt her let go half an hour
later.
I was four years-old when she died of cancer on Christmas Day.
