Let me start this post by saying that I have not experienced much "scary" paranormal activity, but that the majority of my experiences have been primarily uncanny, comforting, and even helpful, at times. I have been keen to spirits since a young age, and am neither afraid of them nor leery. I believe that everything is energy, and we attract the types of energies that we put out - which, perhaps, explains why I have never had much "boo" factor to report. When recounting my experiences, they primarily make me smile, so hopefully they will make others smile as well.
This is the account of my Great-Grandfather Andrew, my Mother's Grandfather, who passed April 14, 1995. Though I played a role in this tale, all the "action" was recounted to me by my mother (and she's told me this tale dozens of times - never differing). A little background - as the only female of my generation on my Mother's side (no girl cousins to play with when visiting her side!), my grandparents and great-grandparents spoiled me with affection. Great-Grandpa always came with pfefferkuchen (a German spice cookie, similar to gingerbread - but extraordinarily better), a stubbly kiss on the cheek, and a lot of laughs. He had a gentle, patient ear and was a generally sweet, old soul. When he passed, my parents, brothers, and I were in Williamsburg, VA on our family spring vacation. We cut the vacation short to come home to NY for his service.
I was almost nine-years-old, and had already been to a lot of funerals. This one was melancholy yet expected. Great-Grandpa was 93-years-old and had not been doing well for some time. I remember staying by myself, reading a book in my uncomfortable funeral dress, wishing I did not have to be there, and being sad with the prospect there would be no more pfefferkuchen and no more stubbly kisses. Dinner was traditional German fair, the service was normal; nothing extraordinary happened until later that evening, when I was asleep.
My mother says she woke in the middle of the night to a warm feeling in her cheeks. Having recently asked her to recount this story for me once more, she describes the feeling as a "blush" like "when you've been running on a cold day." It was early spring, and Western New York (Ontario region) tends to stay on the cool side well until June, so this was peculiar. She looked over towards her door and saw a faint glow, and it seemed to be coming from my room, which is right across the hallway from my parents. Curious why I would be awake at such a time (and probably ready to reprimand me) and what on Earth I had that would make that glow, she got out of bed and headed towards my room, but stopped short when she saw a blue form "standing" next to my bed, bent over my sleeping form. She says this blue form stooped towards my cheek, as if kissing it, and then dissipated. To this day my Mother swears it was my Great-Grandfather giving me one last stubbly kiss before "moving on"!
I like to think that those who pass, who understand and really feel our affections, can come back to us to show their reciprocation. It's not much of a tale, I know, but it's sweet, it's true, and it's mine (err, Mother's). Thank you for reading!