I think this will be one of my last stories on here. Things on this site don't seem the same. Maybe I need a break for a while. Plus I miss some old posters that I don't see anymore.
With that said, this isn't a gloom and doom scary story. It is not grand. I didn't play with an Ouija board or see blood dripping from the ceiling. Just simple.
My grandparents passed away within two weeks of each other. Lovebird Syndrome is a common expression. The Easter of 2003 was pretty rough. It was my favorite holiday to share with them. The whole dying eggs, big dinner and yes, even though I was eighteen, getting an Easter Basket. When Easter did roll around that year, I became really sick. Hardcore Migraine, vomiting, and dizzy. You name it I had it. After spending hours sitting up with me the night before, my parents gave in and took me to the hospital.
I was admitted and given and I.V to re-hydrate me. I wasn't given a lot of painkillers. Just enough to take the edge off. I was there for about 4-5 hours. I was released around 5pm. My dad went ahead of my mother and me to pull up the car to the entrance. It was quite nice out, so my mother and I sat on the bench near the entrance and waited. A few feet down from us was another bench. I had my head turned towards my mother (we were talking) when I got this feeling to look at the other bench. There on it sat an elderly man. He looked like a spitting image of my grandfather. We're talking same newsboy cap. Same colored trench coat. Same facial features... It was uncanny. I gawked at this man for quite some time. My mother leaned over and said, "It isn't him". I turned to look at her. You could see tears running down her cheeks. I asked, "Are you sure" and she nodded and wiped tears that I apparently had started. We both turned to look at him. He still sat there. With a big smile on his face. Just like my grandfather.
My Father pulled up with the car. My mom helped me to the rear door. Before I got in, I looked at this elderly man one more time. I guess I was hoping it really WAS my grandfather. The man winked at me. Exactly like my grandfather use to do. I got in the car. My mom got seated and we drove off.
Coincidence? Maybe. Strong Painkillers? No, my Mother saw him too. They only thing in her system was crappy hospital coffee. I honestly think it was my grandfather visiting me because 1.) I was sick 2.) He knew how much Easter meant to me.
I know this wasn't scary but hopefully you enjoyed it.
Comments and Questions are welcomed. I'll check back with the community now and then