I’m going to step back from my first hand experiences in this one so that I can share one of my favorite shared experiences.
It involves a man named Kelly who I’ve known my whole life. I don’t want to get too much into our family histories, but you have to know this at least: he is the uncle of a friend I’ve had since I was five, growing up I called him Uncle Kelly. Later my friend and I set him up with my sister who he married. They split a few years after having a daughter. (I guess our match making skills weren’t perfect!)
This story starts with the death of Kelly’s mom, Jeanette. She was the kind of woman who spoke her mind and didn’t care what anyone thought. But she was also loving and protective. She had long manicured nails, short silver hair, and a Derringer in her purse. She was, in a word: Unforgettable.
After she passed and was laid to rest we didn’t forget about Jeanette. But life moved on, we had jobs and Kelly and my sister had families. And let’s be honest, visiting a loved one’s grave isn’t as fun as having coffee with them.
Jump ahead to the only part of this story I have first hand experience in!
It was about a year after Jeanette died and my sister, niece and I were all sitting in te living room talking about baby names. The ceiling fan above us was off. It was late afternoon and we were all laughing over the strange names we found and their meanings. My sister happened upon Kelly’s grandma’s name. The meaning of which was “unatractive” according to this book. We started to giggle. It wasn’t nice, and we didn’t really find her unattractive, but we started poking fun.
That was until the glass dome covering the light bulb on the fan fell and exploded on the coffee table in front of us. We screamed as one, and covered our faces. But after the shock wore off, and we found that no one was hurt, we sort of shrugged it off. We were, after all, in “Granpa Next Door’s house”, a house we knew to have…strange goings on. (you can read that story here) But more than that, those domes fall. If just one screw holding them in comes loose down they go. And, that could be just what happened. I will admit though, that we stopped talking about names after that. And my niece even peeped, “Sorry Great Grandma.”
By the time Kelly had his dream we’d sort of forgotten all about the falling dome. He’d come to pick up my niece for the weekend and as my sister and he were chatting he said, “So I had a dream about my mom.”
My sister asked what it was and this is what he told her:
Jeanette, Kelly’s mom, was livid. She told her son that she could not believe that no one had come to visit her grave in the year since she died. She told him that had anyone bothered they would have seen that something was wrong with her grave stone and that it needed to be fixed. She told him that she expected him to come, and when he did he’d better bring gladiolas. Jeanette made it clear that this was not a request. And as Kelly began to wake, almost as an afterthought, she told him, “Oh, tell Bobbi sorry about the light, that was my mother.”
When my sister heard this part she froze, mouth hanging open. She turned to her daughter and asked, “did you tell him about that?”
Her daughter swore she handn’t.
Kelly asked, “does that mean something to you?”
Bobbi told him about our conversation and about the dome falling and shattering into a million pieces right in front of us.
Kelly just sort of shrugged, and laughed, “Well, Mom says sorry.”
I got a call from my sister after Kelly left. She told me all about the dream. Now, like I said, I’ve known this family my whole life, still do, they have stuff like this happen to them. A LOT. So I wasn’t shocked, but it was still surprising, and so I remember it.
When Kelly came back at the end of the week with my niece he had a new story for us. He’d done what he was told. He’d taken gladiolas, and had found that his mother’s headstone was being slowly swallowed up by a small sinkhole, just like his mom told him.
I like to be as logical as possible when it comes to the paranormal. I am not one of those instant believers that thinks every creak and groan is a ghost. or that every light in the sky is a UFO.
But I find it hard to explain this one. No one had been to Jeanette’s grave. No one knew that anything was wrong. So how did Kelly? He’d told my sister about the dream before he went to check it out. I remember the call from her. Okay, I guess he could have lied about it, but why? What reason would he have? And what about the glass dome? Could he have guessed about that? And if so, why would he say anything about it being his grandma? Kelly hadn’t talked to any of us before that day when he came by. Could he have made that lucky a guess?
I have no logical answer for this. Except that his mom really did come to him in a dream…
Advertisements Share this:
