This is my first story submission and by far my craziest experience of the few that I have had. When I was a very small child I spent so much time with my grandmother. She is amazing and I loved to go in the garden and make sauce with her, and she never had a problem letting me muck around and get dirty.
One day after a garden adventure my Nonna gave me a bath, and as always the after bath ritual of baby powder. So she laid me on her bed and told me to wait for her to get my clothes from downstairs, not to move and stay right where I was. Of course I heard her hit the stairs and I was up and looking at what I could get my little hands on.
I heard the sound of someone clearing their throat and looked up thinking it was my grandmother and saw a soft blue "light ribbons" glow at the edge of the door. I got up and what I saw I was not prepared for at any age. A woman transparent, wearing a blue dress with little white flowers on it and her beautiful red hair all up on her head. I began to walk down the hallway as naked as the day God put me on the earth toward the stairs looking behind me seeing this woman following slowing. My Nonna was in the basement and didn't hear me come down. She turned around and saw poor little Rachel with tears in her eyes and shaking like a dead leaf on a windy day. She asked me what was wrong and I told her "There is a lady up stairs Nonna, and she coughed at me." My grandmother hugged me than asked me what this lady looked like. As I told her my Nonna smiled and said "There is nothing to be afraid of, that is my mother and she was making sure you were okay. The noise she makes is what she does when you do something you aren't supposed to. She doesn't mean to scare you honey. She just wants you to be safe."
Even now I remember this experience I am both mystified and terrified. Terrified that a three year old described the exact dress her great grandmother was buried in and mystified that she came to me. My great uncles have always told me I am the reincarnation of my Biz Nonna, but her visitation shows we are kindred in other ways. When I visit my grandmother now, I talk to my Biz Nonna when I am close to her old room and say hello. I always wonder if I will see her again or if she will visit one of my beautiful babies. My great grandmother and grandmother alike both believe having your hair long helps connect you with the earth. She believed strongly in the moon cycles effecting people as well as predicting things through her dreams. For example my great grandmother told my grandmother the day and time when she would die, and that my grandmother and great uncle would not be there when it happened and that it was okay. Sure enough it happened as she said. She died in 1987 and I was born 1988.
I hadn't met her in her life. But she came to me in mine.
It has been a while since I have written any type of story, so please forgive me for being rhetorically challenged. I will practice.