I was recently visiting my grandma with my wife and daughter and just having a great time chatting and playing with our daughter when I recalled an incident that took place years back now. I think I mentioned something about it in a comment long back, but I can't quite remember now and haven't searched through my comments yet.
The reason I ramble is because it is my paranoia that recounting an event that happened so long ago, especially somewhat profound as this one, is that it may seem fabricated. I am always skeptical of people who suddenly "remember" they had a bunch of old ghost stories to share, but that's exactly what this is. Well, only one story really. So here goes.
Years back I used to mow the grass for my grandma. She has a very large yard, the better part of an acre, so mowing was no small task. Grandma would often come out and sweep the patio or something just to feel like she was contributing so I would often have to urge her to go into the house where it is cool and make me some ice tea or something, just so she wasn't working when that was why I was there. I suppose she just wanted to be near me too.
This event happened during one of those times when I made her go inside for whatever reason, and I feel that this may not have happened otherwise. (sorry for all the back story)
I was nearly finished mowing, and in fact had stopped the mower to go receive my cold drink from grandma when I felt a nice cool breeze (odd for the time of year it was in Arizona). I was intently thinking of my grandfather who sadly passed in his sleep when I was very young, and on all days, my grandma's birthday.
I looked up to a fairly clear sky with some scattered clouds and my eye caught this one cloud in particular. It appeared to be a scrolling cloud, I will try to explain. The cloud spawned from nowhere and moved with the air flow, kind of like if you were pulling a roll of paper towels that was unraveling. I really hope that makes sense.
Anyway, out of nowhere letters began to take shape in the clouds. I first saw the word "Hi". Well, that could just be me making it look that way in my mind I thought. But as I continued to watch, the word "Hello" scrolled out before my eyes. "Oh wow!" I thought to myself. Then the most profound word yet, "Cecil" spelled out as plain as day to me. That was my grandfather's name! I thought it was amazing, but for some strange reason, I wasn't the least bit surprised to see this. That is what I thought was almost the most amazing thing about it, as though I was like, "oh yeah, there's the clouds spelling words to me" like it was no big deal. I told my grandma about it right after it happened, as she was sweeping again!
She had some tears in her eyes and kept looking up to the sky to see if she could see something, but there was no more to be seen. I felt kind of sad that she didn't get a message from grandpa since she loved him so dearly. But I figured it was just for grandpa and I.
I brought this up to my grandma during my visit, but she didn't remember. She is nearly 88 years old, and her memory is hazy at times. But she did tell me that my grandpa always really liked me and we had an affinity, even at my young age. I remember a lot about him, but wish I could have known him in my adult life. He was a very good man.
What do you all think? Does it sound crazy or like B.S.? Please don't get the blankey out on me guys, this is 100% genuine!
Thanks for reading as always and I welcome your feedback.
Loved your description, Tweed.