After Death Communications - My Personal Experiences

A week after the funeral I had cooked my Grandfather his evening meal. I called him to diner and I could hear him using his walker and scrambling down the hall. It was his form of exercise. He had been bedridden for a few months but he insisted on walking himself to his own dinner. He got to the end of the hall and had a split view of the living room as well as the kitchen were I was still standing over the stove cooking my meal. I saw him stop and watch as a puzzled look came over his face. He looked lost. He asked me,

"Grandson - didn't you, your Aunts and Uncles all tell me that your Grandma passed away? She didn't come home from the hospital and ya'll had to take her to her final resting place over by the farm. Is that what you all have been telling me?"

I was the primary caretaker in my Grandparents hospice care. I had been schooled by the various nurses coming by for home visits and told what to expect as their health declined. An absent state of mind and a slip in memory was one of the warnings. I thought my Grandpa had slipped a gear.

"Yeah Grandpa. God called Grandma home about a week ago now. Everyone was here for a visit. Don't you remember all the family members coming by to pay their respects after the funeral?"

My Grandfather had been too sick to attend the funeral in person.

"Well, if that is the case - what is your Grandma doing sitting there in her favoriate chair yapping her jaw at me like she always does? Why are you and your Uncles pulling such a mean trick on an old sick man. Ya'll had me going."

This was a few days after I had my own spiritual ADC encounter with my Grandma and knew she was hovering around looking after my Grandfather in her own way. I told him,

"You may be seeing what I used to see when I was a kid."

I had many encounters in my childhood with spiritual visions and thought my Grandfather might ease into the understanding if he looked back on all the talks we had during my childhood about such 'spiritual visions.'

"Are you trying to tell me I am seeing her Ghost. Hocky pock. Ain't no such thing as ghosts. I don't believe in ghost. How can I see something if I don't believe in them."

I just started laughing at the illogic of his statement.

"Well Grandpa - they say seeing is believing. I guess it is hard to teach old dogs new tricks. You is still a stubborn old man if you can't believe in what your eyes are seeing. Is she talking to you?"

My Grandfather was beside himself and insisted I come around to where he was standing to see her for myself. I started talking out loud half way to my Grandfather and the other half to my Grandma.

"I done had my own talk with Grandma about that and she knows my feelings. I ain't in the right mind to see such visions. I got enough of them in my past to last me several life times already. I don't need no new memories of such encounters. I done told Grandma to keep the sight of her new body to herself."

My Grandfather was wondering why she wasn't doing the same thing for the sake of his mind.

"Well you know Grandma better than I do. She is going to do what she wants to do around you. You ain't got no say in how she presents herself to you. I made my feelings known and she is going to respect my mind on the matter in this moment. Hearing her speak to me is enough."

"You is out to make me lose my marbles. What kind of medication you been feeding me?"

I came around to see the chair empty and told my Grandfather that her physical body where we had said it was. It was buried and in the ground. I kept asking my Grandfather what she was telling him. I couldn't hear her.

"I don't know. She is talking so fast - I can't make out a word she is saying to me. I know the sound of my wife's voice after all the years I have been listening to it. It is not a sound I can make up in my head."

My Grandfather strolled over to the chair to put his hand on her and he got excited when she disappeared before his eyes. He refused to believe that he had just seen her spirit.

My Grandfather made me swear not to tell the rest of the family about his 'vision' of my Grandmother.

Of course, I had no idea if it was an actual encoutner with her spirit until a few days later when my Grandmother visited me in my dreams and joked about the look on my Grandfathers face. She was saying,

"It ain't been many times in my life with your Grandpa when I got to see him beside himself and speechless. He was speechless wasn't he? Took him a while to find his tounge and then it was all twisted. You Grandpa will forgive me when he gets over here with me, but I had to do it - to help him prepare for the journey ahead of him."

I told my Grandma,

"Just be careful were your standing in you get a mind to pop out of thin air again at Grandpa. I don't want him to start throwing dishes at you and have them land on me."

The burden of my Grandfathers care got to be too much for home care. He was eventually put into a home and I moved away. A few month's later I had dream with my Grandfather. He was telling me that he had moved on. He couldn't stand being in the home. I told (while) I was in the 'dream' with him that it was going to be hard to recall the dream with him when I woke up. He told me,

"I'll wake you up when your Momma calls with the news. She is preparing to call you about my passing this morning."

I was awakened with someone pushing on me while I slept. I looked around the room and it was empty. It was my validation that the 'dream' was a real spiritual dream. It is very hard for the mind to retain a sense of reality once it awakens from that sort of ADC. While I was looking around the room thinking about the possiblity of the dream being real and that my Grandpa had passed away, my Dad walked into the room.

"Good. Your up. Your Mom is on the phone. She has some bad news for you."

I told my Dad,

"Grandpa done beat her to it. He done passed away huh?"

My Dad had a puzzle look on his face.

"What do you mean - your Grandpa beat her to it."

I told him something I was used to saying many times in my life when it came to the mystical and spiritual nature of my life.

"Nevermind."