Hi Nutters.
Can I be a cashew?
This story has always creeped me out but also made me jealous too.
My mother said she was always able to see and talk to her relatives that had passed away. When she was young she saw and talked to her grandmother. At the very moment her grandmother died, my mother was driving home and her grandmother was standing in the middle of the road.
She of course stopped the car quickly. Her grandmother smiled at her and disappeared.
My grandfather, her father, who I adored and loved visited her( according to her) every time she went to Canada. They came from PA and moved to NY but spent a month in a cabin in Canada every summer. It was called the "Red Cabin" I know souds like a Stephen King title, My father told me that when ever they were there mom would get out of bed and start talking. Sometimes she would cry then other times she would get very angry. I really didnt think too much about this because I was a teenager and thaught she was a nutbag anyway. You know that mother daugher thing. Plus she never liked me anyway and made sure I knew it. Whenever they could not get the "Red Cabin" grandpa never showed up.
The last year before my mother passed, I had to sleep in their room, in the "Red Cabin" My mothers' talking woke me up in the middle of the night.
She was standing in the middle of the room with her hands clinched into a fist and was very angry. I thaught she was just sleepwalking because I had always had that problem for as long as I can remember. I have really woken up in some strange places and strange siuations.
I called over to Dad and said Mom is sleepwalking. She turned around and looked at me and said "No I am not!, can't you see him? Tell him I am not being mean to you!" I said tell who? "Your grandfather he is sitting right there in the chair." (The chair she was referring to was my grandfathers favorite chair. I remember seeing him sit there when I was very small and sitting on his lap) I even have pictures of me sitting on his lap in that chair. My grandfather was a very quiet man and could go for a week and not say a word, but when he was with me he talked a mile a minute. I was the only girl and I was his favorate. To be honest I doubt if he knew all his grandchildrens names. He never talked to them. He never talked to my mother either. When we came into the house, he would turn his hearing aid off.
Back to the "Red Cabin" my mother was getting more upset because I wouldn't talk to my grandfather. I couldn't see him but I did see that the chair was rocking by itself. My mother just said she hates me and her father and ran outside. I am looking at Dad and he is looking at me and we are looking at the rocking chair it had stopped rocking. My parents refused to ever talk about that nite again.
Of course that was the last time we ever went to Canada and the "Red Cabin" My father has been back many times with my mothers sister but a few miles away from that cabin. An odd thing is that my eldest cousin bought that "Red Cabin" and was going to fix it up. I never heard why but he was never able to. My grandfather didn't like him and neither did I. He was much older than me and tried to molest me at, of course the "Red Cabin" My cousin has never been back.
I didn't think about this for many years until my grandchildren were born. Morgan who is 5 saw a picture of my grandfather and said NANA PAPA.
I figured it was just because he was old etc. she was around 2. Now my grandson who is almost 2 looks at the same picture and says NANA PAPA.
Okay one child strange but both kids saying the same thing about the same picture, wierd. Plus they both kissed and hugged the picture when they saw it. Tre the 2 year old carries this picture around with him when he is here. Morgan did the same thing. In fact the picture used to be in my room but she demanded to have it in her room. Now that Morgan is 5, I have talked to her about the picture and all she can say is he loves us very much.
So I am wondering is my grandfather still watching over me because my parents never wanted me? And also looking after his great great grandchildren?
Spooky