When we returned to my grandmother's room, I went to step in but an invisible force held me back. For lack of a better description, I could see into the room but it was as if a wall had been erected and I could not physically pass. Then I "heard a voice" (again, words fail to describe this since this was not an audible voice) say: "Get the baby out of here". The only person who referred to my daughter as "the baby", was my grandmother. Utterly bewildered by this strange event, I called out to my aunt and uncle sitting beside my grandmother's bed to explain I could not enter the room and would be taking my daughter back to my grandmother's apartment.
We took the elevator down to the parking lot and drove 20 minutes to Lake George and my grandmother's apartment. Shortly after we arrived, the phone rang. It was my uncle calling to say that my grandmother had passed. He said: "You could not have been in the hospital's parking lot, when she died". This memory remains as vivid as yesterday though she passed away 18 years ago.
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Interesting story.
Thanks for posting:)
Why do you think your grandmother told you to get your daughter away?
I have given up trying to relate the stories I have on this subject. People simply think I’m nuts or making it up. But I not only believe it, I know it.
What an experience. Wow!
Thank you for sharing this with us, NYer.
Nyer,
thank you for posting this story and especially for your personal testimony.
G-F
Great story. There is much more to this world. I can totally relate.
Stories like this have always fascinated me. I’m not sure I understand what happened. Do you think your grandmother’s request about your daughter had something to do with not wanting her to witness her death? Also I don’t understand your uncle’s reference to the garage-— did something happen in the garage?
This isn’t a near death experience but my friend’s father was dying, they put the movie Prancer in to keep the 2 yr old great-grandson occupied while everyone else was with him and as he took his last breath it was exactly at the point in the movie when they were singing “How Great Thou Art”.
I don’t think it was coincidence.
” It was my uncle calling to say that my grandmother had passed. He said: “You could not have been in the hospital’s parking lot, when she died”. “
I must say, I don’t understand your story. For example did the above detail have meaning? What significance was being in the parking garage or not when she died?
I have told this story before, although it has been awhile. My best friend, Melissa, was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and it took only 2 1/2 months for her to pass away. We all knew it was coming, there was no stopping it (she was 36). On a early Saturday morning, I got the call from her husband, it was done. While I had tried to prepare myself for the grief, I was unable to do anything but stay in my room and cry. My son, now 17, was 2 1/2. Late in the day, he asked me to come into the kitchen, in his little toddler way. He was happy and very excited. Of course, we had not told this little child that the lady he called Melly had passed away. He pointed out our kitchen window that looks out on the back yard and said “Melly”. I asked him what he meant and he said he saw Melly and she was in our back yard. I didn't know what to do with this and hugged him and said that's nice baby. The next morning, he got me again, and took me to the same window. I asked him if again he saw Melly in the back yard. He said, “she in the sky and she is smiling...” True story.
MOgirl
thanks for sharing
I had a similar experience short time after my Dad passed away in 1971. I was sleeping, and I had a dream that the door was somehow wide open! (I was sure I closed it before going to bed) I saw a bright light, and Dad was standing there, holding a hat or something in his hand, and smiling radiantly! He was a Marine Corp veteran and was buried in his uniform, so that explained the hat. He didn’t say anything in the dream, and I sat up in my dream and called out “Daddy?”. It must have woke me up, and the room was dark and the door closed! I couldn’t explain exactly what it was, a vision, maybe? Anyway, I was sad and disappointed, because it seemed to be just a dream! Over the years, I heard other similar stories about people, (one of them being the late singer Johnny Cash) having a similar dream or (vision?)! I told my (at one time) sister-in-law about it, and she said she believed my dream could have been a real vision! One of my uncles said once, perfectly seriously, that he had talked to my Grandma (his Mom) a few times himself. So these experiences people have are not to be discounted easily, that’s for sure!
I posted this story in a Halloween thread about ghosts some years ago. My grandfather died of liver cancer in the early 60’s. He’d worked for AT&T & always wore a Fedora. He was a Francophile, loving everything French & would only let us call him Grandpere.
My father was in the Air Force & a couple of years after Grandpere’s death we were transferred to Hawaii. One night my parents were at a party, leaving my oldest sister Laurie in charge. We had speakers (KLH9’s) that were about 6 feet tall. My sister saw a shadow moving back & forth across the wall where the speakers were, but oddly the shadow didn’t fall ON the speakers, but walked (human form) back & forth behind them. The form also had a hat like a fedora. Laurie new it was my grandfather. Another sister also saw an odd shadow & had the same sense that it was my grandfather. Both sisters told my mother separately what they’d seen the next morning. My mother thought they were pulling a prank on her. When my father finally woke up later my mother told him what the girls had said. My father responded, “I wasn’t going to tell you this, but I woke up last night & saw Grandpere at the foot of my bed.”
My mother had been mourning Grandpere’s death, particularly as he’d always wanted to visit Hawaii. She thinks it was his way of telling her, “Don’t mourn, I’m with you.”
At roughly 4:30 on the morning of December 18th, I heard my son get out of his crib (a first, ever) and move quickly past our open bedroom door. I got out of bed to follow him, wherever he was headed, but I heard that he was making his way up the carpeted stairs.
At the top of those stairs I caught up with him. He'd never done that before, in the night or in the day, but he was quick, moving with apparent purpose. If he'd've gone another six feet, he would've been at my mother's door, could've opened it and possibly awakened her, I thought. Better to let her sleep. Ha! I brought the lad back to his crib, admonished him to go back to sleep and did likewise.
When the home health care worker arrived about 7:30am, she found my mother had already passed, though not too long before, maybe a few hours.
I think my son and mother shared something, perhaps particularly that morning, but perhaps more than can be captured with words. I don't know how that works, but he never again made such a trek.
HF
I don’t know if this is the same thing. But when I was 15 we had just returned from my grandmother’s(mom’s side). We got inside the phone rang, and I knew that my grandfather had died(dad’s side). There is no way I should have known that. We had seen him the previous day and he was fine. But when the phone rang, I knew.