Kimberly

Grandfather's Ghost not a Childs Fantasy?



Posted: Friday, February 15, 2008

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Since the tender age of four, I have been fascinated with death. How could someone this age develop a concept of what death was or what we as adults would perceive it to be? Let me explain. In 1965 my Grandfather was diagnosed with esophageal cancer. It quickly spread though out his body. He became bed ridden and needed constant care. I was the youngest grandchild and not yet in school. I spent my days playing in his room. I would gently tuck in his covers. I would puff and fluff his pillows. But as the days turned into weeks, he wasn't getting any better. How did I know this? I was a four year old child absorbing the adult conversations surrounding me.

On May 21st things were different. I was bumped and shuffled around the halls as a constant stream of family and friends entered my Grandparents home. I stood alone in the small spare bedroom staring out of the window when I heard the deafening screams. My Grandmothers uncontrollable sobs were equally matched by the stream of tears I saw on each and every face in that house. My Grandfather had lost his battle with cancer.

My 7 cousins and older sister were quickly escorted out of the house and into the front yard. Like the chameleon, I managed to blend in with my surroundings and remain in the house unseen. I hid in my grandfathers bedroom and witnessed the paramedics enter and place a white sheet over his body. Just as I was about to sprint from my hiding space in fear, my Grandfather appeared by my side. With a slight smile and no words exchanged he relayed to me, "Everything was alright." He looked younger and healthy. He was taller then I remembered and had a slight radiant glow around his face. I walked out of the front door with my Grandfather and we watched together as the paramedics loaded his lifeless body into the ambulance and slowly drive away. All the while my family stood in the front yard hugging each other in grief. He then looked me in the eyes and relayed, "That it was time for him to go." I was 5 days shy of my 5th birthday, but I knew that I would see him again and this wasn't the end. As much as I miss him and miss all my family and friends that have since passed , I owe my Grandfather a lifetime of thanks. Before he started his journey towards the "Light" he took the time to reassure his youngest grandchild that the death of the body wasn't the end of our existence .The death of the body was just that, the death of the body.

Kimberly enjoys studying numerology, astrology, love compatibility charts and experimenting with herbal remedies. She is an advocate for more funding from the NCI for pancreatic cancer research and she has operated her own canine stylist business for the past 12 years. Her interests also include studying little known "plant foods" that induce natural weight loss and also studying a little known herb that naturally curbs the cravings for alcohol .   

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» left by dt
from chance 3 years 290 days ago.
I loved this story!
» left by Ruby Wooten
 3 years 247 days ago.
28 fans.
Hi Kimberly, I love this story, very touching and I think this type of incidence is far more common than we read about. The best, Ruby
» left by Anonymous 3 years 247 days ago.
Thank you Ruby, I do too! I believe as we get older, we lose this ability. An example being young children playing with imaginary friends. Thank you for reading my article. Kimberly
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