I believe. One of many incidents.

One topic that always seems to come up in discussion with me is ghosts and paranormal activity. Do you believe? Some feel as if you can’t believe in God and believe in ghosts/spirit energy at the same time. Some say it’s wrong, sacrilegious and preposterous. (I’ve ALWAYS wanted to use the word preposterous in a serious tone! Did I pull it off? YAY!) I don’t agree. To each, his own.

I’ve always considered myself to be a bit of a “sensitive” when it comes to paranormal activity. As my BFF will tell you, weird crap happens to me, I predict weird things on crazy gut feelings, and have dreams that would make any non-believer change his/her mind. I wanted to share my experiences on here though none of these posts will be in chronological order.

I’ll begin these series of posts with my most favorite experience. We’ll start with the day of my grandmother’s funeral.

My grandmother (Mom’s mom) was the coolest cat around. We called her Gran. She was blind for most of her life but could play the piano like a professional. She could tell stories FOREVER and never get tired of talking. She could also whistle. She could whistle ANYTHING. A lot of times, people at her church would ask her to perform her whistling talent in front of the congregation. She’d whistle all kinds of hymns and sweet songs. That’s my grandmother.

As a side note (I’m not sure if my Mom and Dad remember this memory but I do. I remember it like it was yesterday), Gran absolutely NEVER said anything negative about anyone. Instead of writing letters, she used to have a tape recorder and tell us stories or even whistle! Then she’d mail it to us. At the time, I was too young to really appreciate what a gift that is. (I think my parents still have those tapes. How AWESOME it would be to still be able to hear her voice!) Anyways, my dad is one funny guy and is ALWAYS thinking of ways to make people laugh. One Christmas, my dad got a violin. (He doesn’t play.) He decided to “treat” my grandmother to his musical gift. He recorded himself playing the violin for a whole hour. (A WHOLE hour folks …… again, my dad can’t play the violin!!!) The worst thing that she would say after enduring my father’s HIDEOUS screeching “music,” was “well that was really nice.” My grandmother had a sense of humor along with unlimited patience. She absolutely ADORED and LOVED my mom and dad. I love that memory.

When Gran passed away in 1995, I sat with my family on the pew at the church for her funeral. I held my mother’s hand throughout the service. It was beautiful – my grandmother was an awesome lady. My mom has always said I remind her of her.

At the end of the service we sang a hymn and after we finished, we quietly mustered about getting ready to leave. During this time it was pretty quiet and you could hear sobbing and tears being shed. In that moment I heard my grandmother whistling. It was as loud as it would have been had she been performing in front of the congregation except it was coming from the back of the sanctuary. She whistled the last little bit of her favorite hymn, “When We All Get To Heaven.” It completely floored me. I looked around as the whistling continued. At first I thought it was tacky that someone would whistle. As I looked around, I could see no one whistling though I could hear it as loud as can be—and it sounded JUST like my grandmother. No one else seemed to hear it – I was the only one who had heard it. It was as if my grandmother was doing one last final performance for her church before moving on.

I told my BFF about this incident when we got home, but I told no one else until years later. I actually just recently told my mother this last year. I was afraid had I told her about it at the time that she wouldn’t believe me, or take me seriously. She was missing her mom and I didn’t want her thinking it was just me being emotional or fake. It was true. I heard my grandmother that day.

People can believe what they want about spirits, universal energy, ghosts and paranormal activity. As for me? I am a believer.

Miss you Gran.