My grandmother (moms mom) passed away in September 1992. I was born, October 1992. My mom told me we, grand children, would've called her "Mama" instead of "Grandma".
My mom told me when I was a couple months old, we lived in the house my grandmother passed away in. My mom would hear creaks, doors slamming, and hear me talking away when she put me down for a nap or bed. She would hear me giggling and talking away, and she thought, "Mama's home!" She always said it was my grandmother talking to me and making faces at me when I was alone.
My parents then moved out of the house and got their own. I was 12, and we had this old wooden rocking chair that used to be my grandmother's, it was her knitting chair. I had a dream, very real dream of sitting in a room on the couch, while my grandmother sat across me in the rocking chair. We talked about how I was doing, and so on. She told me "keep your head up, life gives you struggles, but you have the power to plow through them!" It stayed with me for the longest time. Now, because everytime I told my parents I heard or saw something, they told me it was my imagination.
My mom got rid of the rocking chair since it was too old and was broken. My mom got her own rocking chair and was sitting it in knitting one day. I saw out of the corner of my eye my mom jolt out of the chair and she screamed dropping her knitting. I asked her what was wrong and she said she swore she heard her mom yell in her ear, "You're stitching it wrong!" My mom's deaf in her left ear, and she was holding the left side of her head as if a bomb had gone off on that side of her head.
My mom, brother and I went to the graveyard to pay our respects to my grandmother. My mom brought some flowers to plant at her stone, and she was crying, saying "Mom, I wish you could've met my kids! I'm so sorry!" I saw my grandmother standing beside her smiling and she whispered, "I'm sorry too."
I haven't told my mom any of this because I don't want to break her heart, and make her upset. But, at least I know that my grandmother is sorry for whatever she had done, and she forgives my mom, and my mom forgives her.
When I was 17, my grandfather (Mom's dad) passed away. At the funeral, all the grandchildren were given a white rose to put on the casket. I kept mine; I refused to put mine on the casket and walked away. My grandfather and I were so close, I wasn't ready to let him go.
My son was born Decemeber 2013, and now I hear him giggling and talking to himself. I honestly believe my grandparents are visiting him. That makes me happy.