I have been sensitive to the paranormal world ever since I can remember. I'm not saying I am psychic or anything, but I have seen and heard things that I cannot explain and I am a very firm believer. For example: I have seen my step-grandad sat in his favorite seat when I went to my great grandma's house before she passed (god bless her soul). The top level of her house had this very sad and cold atmosphere. I have seen people in period clothing in abandoned houses. My biggest experiences are at my nan and grandads (dads parents) house which I shall talk about in another post.
I was extremely close to my grandad (mums father). He was a very proud man. He was in the marines, a police officer, a member of the freemasons and a very patriotic man. He was a very neat, proud and dignified gentleman to say the least. Leading up to his passing, he had developed many health problems and so carrying out tasks like mowing the lawns, trimming the hedges, fixing his car, ect became increasingly difficult so I went over 3-4 times a week to help him for a couple of hours. Months before he passed he started to get very sincere and sentimental, which was unusual because he used to say thank you and what not, but he started really banging the drum about how much he appreciated what I was doing for him. Unfortunatly he passed in hospital without me realy saying goodbye. That was the hardest thing I found so to give a dignified and memorable passing over, and to do one last job for him I was a pallbearer at his cremation service and carried his coffin to the alter, along with my uncle.
After the service I felt the need to carry on doing jobs at his house because I know it would have made him extremely proud and my nan wouldn't have been able to do it all herself. Being as my grandad was sadly no longer around my nan didn't want me touching his car without him being there so she had it sent to the garage to have work done instead. So with less work I only went once every week and made a day of it.
About a month or two after my grandad's passing, I was out in his back garden mowing the lawn. I had my head phones in and was listening to music not really thinking about much, just another normal day. I was about half way done and my music started skipping. It was weird because its never happened before and I had a mp3 player, so no cd to knock. The music started playing again so I thought nothing of it and carried on. About 5 minutes later, the mower cut out and the music stopped completely. Thinking the mp3 player had run out of battery I check the mower for for its fuel level to find half a tank left, so I assumed there was something wrong with the clutch, so as I stood up to have a look. There was a sudden tranquility, not even the sound of birds. I felt this extremely warm feeling all over as the sun parted from the clouds. I looked over to my grandads bedroom window and saw a figure of an old man. I couldn't make out any facial features but I didn't need to, I knew exacly who he was, my grandad. I felt extremely overwhelmed with emotions.
He put one hand up as he did to wave at me, I was stood in joy for a few moments. I closed my eyes and just pictured his face in my head. Within seconds my music started up again and I snapped out of it. That warmth had gone and the figure was no longer stood at the window. I stood there for a few moments to think about what happened, then I proceeded to check the clutch, seeing that there was nothing wrong with it I tried I start the mower and it fired straight up.
I know it sounds a bit elaborate but it's Gods truth that happened, I could never forget a moment like that.
Not a lot happened after that. Just things moving without my nan moving it (she's the only one living in the house). 6 months later it was Boxing Day and the whole family met up for Chrismas celebrations. I needed to use the bathroom, so after I finished my business I was washing my hands. I had the soap bar in my hand when it flew out like someone knocked it out my hands, then the water started gushing out the tap then went down to a trickle then started gushing ect. I felt this over whelming feeling draining my energy. Next thing I remember I was laid out flat on the bathroom floor. I sat up and had these words running through my head like wild fire "thank you, I'm extremely proud to be your grandfater, now please live your own life, look after your nan and let her know I will present myself to her in small ways that means big things." It was weird, It was like I had learned a script and kept rehearsing them in my head.
Slightly in shock, I went back to the family to carry on with the evening. When the evening finished my nan went to her room to fetch the jackets and found 3 silver sequins on my grandads pillow. I closed the door and told her what I experienced and understandably, she broke down with emotions. So I decided to carry out my grandad's wish and stayed in the spare room to look after her. The next morning she woke up and found 2 more sequins on my grandad's pillow. For about 5 months after this my nan found hundreds of sequins all on my grandad's pillow.
I still believe to this day that when my grandad said he will present him in a small way that means big things, I believe he meant something as small as a silver sequin. Unfortunately, when my nan stopped finding the sequins the house felt very empty and the feeling that he was still with us had gone. Everything that could not be explained stopped and I never experienced anything again.
So I believe that for him to pass on he needed to pass on his final wish and I am honoured he chose to give it to me (might figure being as no one else in my family is sensitive hehe).