I have never met my grandnother, my mother's mother. She passed away in 1975 and I wasn't born until 1984. I had never seen a picture of her either, because my grandfather had removed all of her pictures and had them put away after she passed away. He always said that it was too painful. It was shortly after my grandfather passed away that we moved to Tennessee from Pennsylvania. This was when everything started.
My sister and I shared a room right across the hall from my parents' room and we always slept with the doors open. One night, about six months after we moved in, my dog kept coming to the head of my bed and trying to move me closer to the wall. I kept brushing her away, thinking that she was cold. After about the third time, I woke up. I noticed a woman standing the hallway, wearing a dress that looked like it was blowing in the wind. She asked me if I had seen her daughter and said my mom's name. Shortly after that she faded away.
I told my mother the next morning, before my sisters got up. My father was sitting there and looked over at mom, like "should we tell her?" My mother got up from the table, went into the laundry room and started rummaging around in boxes with pictures in them. When she returned, she was holding a picture of a woman wearing the same dress that the ghost wore. I turned white and looked from the picture to my mother and then at my father.
My mother explained that she was my grandmother. One week after my grandmother had passed away, she came to my mother the same way. She told my mother that she was better and that she would always be watching over my mother and her family.
The last time I saw my grandmother was the day that my daughter was born. She and my grandfather, her husband, and the one that my daughter is named after, were standing at the foot of my hospital bed smiling.