Growing up I've had quite a few ghost experiences. I thought I'd share one more with everybody. My dad was driving me to my Auntie's place. I was going there to hang with my cousin, Codie. The town they lived in was the same town where his mom, my grandmother lived and died. So I thought of paying a visit to my grandmother's grave for the 1st time.
We got to my Auntie's place around 4pm. When I got there I got somewhat of a bad feeling. A feeling like someone was there. But I quickly dismissed the feeling, and played with my cousin, who by the way was only 4, but we got along great.
I asked Codie if he felt like something was watching us. His answer was "Yep! Grammy is watching us!" I know he was only 4, but I believed him. So the rest of the day I was thinking about "Grammy".
I stayed the night there and the next day I asked my dad to take me to Grandmother's grave. He did. He also brought Auntie and Codie. When we got to the grave Codie and I quickly ran over to Grandmothers grave. How we knew which her grave was? I didn't know.
My dad and Auntie stayed behind checking out some other graves. But then Codie shook my arm and pointed into the distance. I was looking at my dad but turned my head and there she was, my grandmother Sheela. I knew it was her from the pictures my dad showed me.
She was so beautiful. It stunned me. "Beautiful... Goodbye..." Is all she said. She had such a beautiful voice. Grandmother died before I was born, I think all she wanted to do was see me and say her last goodbye to me and Codie, since we were the only ones in the family never to see her.
I now know grandmother Sheela is watching over me. No one can replace her. She was a strong Christian, so I believe she is in heaven watching me. Making sure I'm alright.