Not sure how to start this story as I'm sure it'll be quite long but here goes. It is mainly about my great-grandmother so I guess I'll give you some background information about her. Basically my Great-Granny Sadie died a while back when I was about 15 (so approx 6 years ago). She was a lovely woman. She loved playing with dolls even as an old lady. If she visited us she would ask me to bring out my barbies. She just loved changing their clothes and brushing their hair. I wasn't especially close to her but we had that shared love of dolls. She used to always say that she loved all her Great-Grandchildren but she particularly liked me because I was a very smiley, happy child.
About a year after she died, it dawned on me that I'd never visited her grave (She had requested before she died that only the men in the family go to her graveside for her burial, as she didn't want the woman crying over her grave). Me and my sister decided after school one day that we'd get some flowers and go to her grave. We spent ages wondering around the graveyard just looking at headstones etc. It was quite sad yet I found it interesting reading the headstones. Eventually when we found her grave, we laid down our flowers and stood there for a little while.
That night I had a dream that my Granny Sadie was standing in my room, she was surrounded by bright light and she was thanking me for bringing her the flowers. I woke up fully remembering this vivid dream. I thought it was nice but largely down to the fact that I had visited her grave that day, so had probably been thinking about her a little. Just to clarify for readers -this memory was just like that of a dream, I did not feel that I was awake at all or had physically seen her in my room. So overall I thought it was nice to think that she was watching out for me, but that it was likely just a dream because she had been on my mind.
That, I'm sure is a fairly average experience, but there is more to this story that made me think Granny Sadie genuinely is keeping an eye out for me. A good year later just before Christmas, my family were going through a rough patch. My dad has suffered with severe manic depression throughout my entire live, which has affected my life greatly. Regularly my parents would fall out due to my dad's violent mood swings and although I love him, I am still now a little scared of his temper. It was a few days before Christmas and things got pretty bad to the point were my mum, brother, sister and I all grabbed a few things and left the house. I won't bore you with all the details but basically this was the worst point of my life to date. And I am still plagued by a strong guilt for 'abandoning my dad'. My dad was eventually found in our house having over-dosed on painkillers and anti-depressants and was taken into hospital to have his stomach pumped and put in a psychiatric ward. At this point, with dad in hospital, we returned home. It was Christmas eve and our house had pills everywhere. In every room, just scattered around. The Christmas tree was in the bin and all the presents had been ripped open. We were all very shaken by the events of the previous few days but after clearing up, we were all so emotionally tired that we went to bed.
I woke up late that night because the phone was ringing. I instinctively just thought 'that's my dad' and I thought 'okay I have to answer it', I didn't want my Mum, brother or sister to be any more stressed than they already were. When I answered the phone it was my dad, he was crying and telling me how he'd tried to kill himself because we had left him. I talked to him for a while -calmed him down and told him that we still loved him but it would take time and he needed help. Calmed down, he hung-up and I went back to bed as I was so exhausted due to the stress of everything. That night I had another dream of my Granny Sadie. All I could see was her face and she was surrounded by bright light directly above me, all she said was 'tell your mum everything will be okay'.
I didn't remember the next day until dinner time, it was Christmas day and we were at my aunts having dinner and when I remembered I told my mother straight away and she burst into tears. I asked her if she believed me, and she said she did (my granny had dreams like that from time to time). This time I didn't think it was a coincidence. As much as I cared for my Granny, I didn't think of her *that* often, especially not at such an emotional time when I had other things on my mind. I genuinely now believe she is watching over me as she felt she had a connection with me when I was younger and it's very comforting to feel that. As for my parents, well they still have their ups and downs but everything IS okay.
Sorry if I waffled on too much, I know this isn't strictly a 'ghost story'. I feel very emotional thinking about this time and the visit from my Granny doesn't seem like such a big deal without hearing what my family was going through at the time. Thanks for reading.