Saying Goodbye

*Saying Goodbye*

~Rachel Livingston's Grandmother Visits Her In Her Dreams~

(Above: Aleta Tannlund (Grandmama) - Photo Edited By: Rachel Aleta Livingston)

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I was young when my Grandmother died. She was a great lady and I loved her very much. She was always there for me. She taught me so much. We were very close. 

When she was alive, I couldn't imagine life without her.

 I hadn't prepared myself for her death. Even though she was sick and in the hospital before she died,

 I thought she would pull through. But she didn't and it breaks my heart to this day. 

On the night she died I was in my bed asleep. Before I went to sleep I knew she was still alive. I was in complete denial that she would ever die and leave me. My mom went to the hospital to see her that night right before I went to bed. 

When I fell asleep I had this dream. I had a dream that there was this gazebo by a small lake. In the gazebo was my whole family. They were talking and laughing and having a good time. Then I looked over by the lake and saw my Grandma. She looked so sad. 

 I asked her: "What's wrong?" Then she said to me: "I'm going home now." 

After she said that she lifted up the grass as if the grass were a cover. Then she laid down in the dirt and pulled the grass back over her. Confused, I asked everyone at the gazebo 

"Where did Grandmama go?" 

Then my Mother, who had just gotten back from the hospital, woke me up. It was then my Mother told me that my Grandma had passed away. I couldn't believe it. I was devastated. It felt like my heart had been ripped out of my chest. 

The next day I started thinking about the dream I had the night before. It made me wonder if my Grandmother visited me in my dreams when she passed. She wanted to say goodbye to me. That thought kind of comforted me but at the same time I felt upset. Not just upset because she died. But upset because she looked so sad in my dream. I don't think that she was ready to leave us behind.

I honestly think that she was telling me goodbye in my dreams. 

I often think about that dream, but I also often think of all the good times we had when she was alive. I would give anything to see her again. 

She was an amazing, kind, strong, beautiful, and loving woman.

 I dedicate this entry to her. I miss you Grandmama, so much, and I love you. I will always love you, Grandmama. 

Rest in peace.

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Submitted By: Rachel Livingston

Grandma? Is that you?

GRANDMA? ARE YOU THERE? IS THAT YOU?

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I guess my first encounter with the paranormal happened when I was 10 years old, It happened around 11AM sometime during April 2000. My dad was working at a local engineering firm leaving my mum and I alone in the house, mum was wrapping a present up for someone when she asked me to get her some more wrapping paper.

So I walked through the kitchen, into the hall way and started to make my way upstairs to go and fetch it.

I put my foot onto the first step, my hands onto the railings and looked up. 
In front of me I could see a thick, smokey mass that on closer inspection looked like the top half of a person.
Admittedly I was pretty scared by this point (I was stuck to the spot through fear), It especially didn't help  considering the fact that it was moving down the stairs very steadily and slowly towards my position. As it got about 4 or 5 steps down It dispersed just the way that smoke would.The only problem was that there was no source ever found where smoke could have come from!

Sure, My uncle was a smoker (he also lived with us) but he had left the house several hours previous to go to work. not to mention that the way that it moved made no logical sense!

By this point I was really shaken but had regained movement and rushed straight back through to my mum to tell her what happened. We both agreed that I had probably seen My Grandmother (she lived with us until she had passed away the previous year). Thinking back I'd say that this was probably true, although the smokey Torso lacked many features. I'm sure that I could make out a permed hair style and a dressing gown, which is what she would wear around that time of morning.

Quite awhile passed by before anything else happened, until out of nowhere one evening I caught a strong smell of lavender which eventually filled the room, this is a scent that she used frequently over the years. Every once in awhile the smell would just come out of nowhere, sometimes stay for a minute or two, sometimes an hour. One night however Accompanying the scent was a feeling of being watched 
(although I was the only person in the room).
Strangely, after having the feeling of being watched came another feeling; happiness out of nowhere.  Extreme happiness to the point that you're crying for what seems like no reason.

Not sure what the reason behind it was, maybe it was just Grandma saying all is well?


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