First let me give some history. My family has always had what you would call psychic abilities, we feel others emotions or know things that most people would never pick up on. I guess it has something to do with our heritage, my Grandmother on my dad's side is Cherokee with some Scottish thrown in, on my mom's side we have Sioux and Irish. Needless to say, with that kind of mix, we have a wide variety of psychic tricks in our family.
I had told my husband about some of my experiences and he had come to the conclusion that, while I truly believed in what I could feel or pick up, it did not necessarily follow that it was real.
My husband grew up in an old, old house, generations of the family had lived there. Some of you are familiar with stories of the old home place since he has written several stories about it and you know that he was sort of a foster child there. His aunt and uncle took him in when he was about six years old but the generations before were not his actual ancestors so he did not talk about them very much.
This particular incident took place early fall 2007. We had gone up to visit his sister who is presently living there in the old home place, and since I love old houses, I told Frank (Frawin) that I would like to see the upstairs of the old house. We went up a narrow staircase and into this big old fashioned room that was filled with old toys, whatnots, figurines, books, old trunks and two or three beds. It was the kind of room you could poke around in for hours.
We had only been up there for a few minutes when I started feeling it. There was an overwhelming sadness in the room, almost a feeling of despair. I started to cry and Frank asked me what was wrong, I opened my mouth to tell him nothing was wrong but what actually came out was "the baby died" then I just started sobbing and Frank had to take me back downstairs.
When I finally got myself under control and got the stuff in my head sorted out I told frank that what I had felt was from a woman who had lost one of her new babies and that part of the grief I was feeling from her was that she didn't have time to grieve for him because she had another baby and older kids and that she had to take care of and couldn't take the time to grieve.
Frank told me later that the woman was his foster father's mother and that she had given birth to triplet boys and that one had died about a month later but she had two babies left that had to be taken care of. She lost another of the triplets when he was a toddler but the last of them lived to a ripe old age.
Frank was kind of shocked because this woman was not related to him so he had never talked about her to me. All the time before this when I talked about my paranormal experiences Frank knew that I believed I was having real experiences but now he knew it was real too.