I'm an avid fan of Ghost Hunters, I will admit that right off the bat.
Do I believe in ghosts? I've had plenty of my own experiences to say yes. Do I believe in what goes on on the TV shows? Sometimes. Some of the stuff that happens I believe have explanations, which is why i choose to watch Ghost Hunters- usually they debunk the majority of what goes on around them, as opposed to the guys on Ghost Adventures, who go into old buildings, MF and yell at the entities that may still reside there, and believe that every single noise they hear is a ghost. I am a true believe of respecting spirits/ghosts/what have you. Whether you believe in them or not, think about walking into someone's home and how you would usually act. You treat that person with respect because you are entering into THEIR place, right? I believe the same should go for the dead. You are walking into their place of residence, usually somewhere that they have ties to- their old house, their hospital room (be it a sanitarium, mental hospital, etc.), their jail cell, what have you. Understand what I'm going for here? Respect.
Anyways...
As I've said before, my Gramma Campo lived with us until she passed away when I was 10 years old. Her and I were extremely close. Fast forward to the present time, and I will say with 300% confidence that I have felt her presence, felt her hand on my shoulder, felt her comfort me in times of need. There's a few stories that I feel like sharing tonight, especially because one of the experiences JUST happened to me a few minutes ago.
One of the weirder moments I experienced last year- You kinda have to understand how John and I keep the upstairs. We have a lamp, and a ceiling light. The switches on our walls turn on the ceiling light, and the lamp is old as sin, used to be Grambo's (keep in mind the lamp is located underneath Grambo and Grampa's wedding picture), and it needs to be turned on by turning one of those old crank thingies, which I might add is hard to turn. I always go to bed after John. When he walks into his room and shuts his door, its lights off upstairs. I usually watch TV for a bit then head to my room shut the door, and pass out with music playing. So this one particular night, I had to get up to pee at 3am. When I woke up, I looked at my door and noticed that it was illuminated, like the light in my living room had been turned on. So before I opened the door I'm thinking "Okay, John got up to use the bathroom or something and forgot to turn the light back off." But I opened my door and saw that the LAMP was on...NO ONE EVER uses that lamp, and it's nowhere near the bathroom. I didnt really think a thing of it, turned the lamp off, smiled at their picture, peed, and went back to bed. The next morning I asked John if he had turned on the lamp for some reason. He looked at me weird and said no. So I'm thinking maybe mom or dad came upstairs in the middle of the night for one reason or another. Talked to both of them- it wasnt either of them. Weird, right? Coincidence? I dont think so. I think it was Grambo poppin in to say hi in the middle of the night.
We all know Ive had a rough couple of weeks, which I'm still not recovering from as well as I'd like. I got home from a 10 hour conference today, feeling kinda down, my ribs and back are sore from my neck issues from the other day, my house is empty, I hate it, blah blah blah. Im thinkin I'll take a nice long hot shower. So I throw my pj's into the bathroom by the sink like I always do. I get out of the shower, and there, laying face up, is the Prayer of St. Francis that my Gram had put up in the bathroom a long time ago. (No, I dont believe in god or praying, but I've never had the heart to take her stuff down). The prayer that she put up was nailed to the wall, and on the wall adjacent and far away from my pajamas. I look at the wall thinking the nail fell down or something. No- the nail was still in the wall nice and tight. So how did this block of wood go from that wall, and travel down and across the room to lay perfectly on my PJs?? Hmmm...
I've got this "ghost app" on my iPod. For all of those who dont know it, google it, it's actually kind of cool. I sat down in the middle of my living room and leaned against my Gram's couch, and turned the ghost app on. I started talking...feeling a little weird, but why the heck not try? I say "Hey Grambo, its me, I need you." The ghost app suddenly reads out "available". Weird...So I say, "Can we try to talk?" It answers "Conversation." So I'm convinced. I shut the app off and started talking to her, just saying things. I can totally feel her presence. I moved into my brothers room (which is my Gram's old room), turned on the app and said "Remember when I used to come in here during the day and you'd sneak me candy? I miss that..." And the app read out "miss." ...I dont really need to say more, but my Gram was there with me.
I bet most of you dont believe any of this is real, I bet you're all judging and thinking I'm crazy, saying ghosts dont exist...whatever. That's hard enough evidence to convince me that she was here. It's a comforting feeling, knowing that when I'm having a rough, extremely lonely night, she is here for me.
I'm gonna type out something my momma wrote to me during my senior retreat in high school. Our teachers asked our parents to write us letters for the retreat. The teachers then read the letters out loud and made us guess which letter was about us. This is what convinced me that this was MY letter...Believe me when I tell you as soon as I heard it, my arm hit the sky...and it's only the 2nd sentence in her letter:
"Gramma told me many times she wished she could be around to see the amazing person she knew you would become. I'm sure that now she's watching over you and smiling because her prediction is coming true."
Reading this letter from mom always makes me cry, especially those words. I cried as I was typing it (it actually took me a few tries to type it out because I could barely see), and I'm still crying because those words are so overwhelmingly true, and they make me miss my Grambo so much...
...But mom was right, she's here watching over me, and she always will be. Call me what you will, but I take comfort in knowing that I never have to be alone, even when I'm alone.
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