I do believe in spirits and ghosts. Here is a story that I don't think I've shared on PT before, because it was too hard for me.
I used to live with my grandma (mom's mom). The night after the Seattle Marniers won the world series (she was a HUUUUGE baseball fan, and the Mariners were one of her favourite teams) she came upstairs to go to bed, but didn't come to say goodnight to me. I thought that was odd, but I was studying for an exam so I just kept working and eventually went to bed.
Around 2:30am I heard her go to the bathroom. That was nothing unusual, because she usually got up several times a night.
I woke up late, and left for school around 10am. Nanny was still in bed, but she had been sleeping in lately and so I didn't think anything of it. I went to school, did a bit more studying and took my test.
On my way home, I stopped to wash my car. I eventually got home around 3:30pm.
As soon as I walked in my yard, I knew something was wrong. The morning newspaper was still in the mailbox, and the curtains were still drawn. It was routine for Nanny to collect the paper, open the drapes and read the paper in the sun. I thought, maybe she fell down and broke her hip .. I went running into the house.
I called out to her, but there was no answer. I walked upstairs, and her bedroom door was still shut. I thought, oh no maybe she fell out of bed and couldn't reach the phone! Or maybe she's throwing up, and went back to sleep!! I opened the door. The room was cold but it always was, she didn't like it hot. I called to her, "Nanny? Wake up.. are you sick?" No answer. "Come on, Nanny, wake up! Maybe I should take you to the doctor.............. Nanny?" I shook her arm. It was freezing cold, and felt like a jello mold. I moved to the other side and saw the back of her hand.. it was grey. She looked like she was sleeping, though.. I came back toward the other side of the bed. "Nanny, please wake up!" and I lifed her blankets, to see if ... I don't even know what..
As I did that, I felt a huge gush of warm air. I remember it so distictively because I remember seeing my hair move in the corner of my eye, and I kind of squinted because I could feel this warm air. At that point I thought, well if she's warm she might still be alive! I rushed to call 911, and had the ambulance come out.
She had passed on, though. The ambulance attendants said she had been dead for at least 12 hours. I said to them, "so would the sheets still have been warm or anything?" He replied, "no that's not possible, she's been gone too long."
I didn't realise it at the time, but later that night, after having a good cry, picking up my mom from the airport, I realised that she had waiting for me to come home from school. She was a very religious woman. She always talked about how dying was going to be a joyous experience because she would see all her family that had passed on, and get to meet Jesus and God. But she stayed back, to make sure that I would not be alone when I got home from school. :) She was an amazing woman :)
