Sep 17 2007
Ghost of my Grandfather
I thought I would start with one of the more recent experiences we’ve had.
I’ve always wondered if my son might be my grandfather come back to us but it’s one of those “don’t want to read too much into it”. There’s been some strange coincidences like him having my grandfather’s blood type A+ when both my husband and I are O-; and the fact that my grandfather’s favorite song “Skye Boat Song” has long been the only lullaby that will get him to settle down especially if we’re not at home.
I do, however, talk to my grandfather and have asked him to be my son’s guide and help him out, watch over him, especially at night.
My son has several times, especially when he’s been learning to walk , asked what looks at first glance “thin air” to pick him up, and for a while he’s been very interested in pointing to the ceiling and asking “Who?” “What?”
The other morning he asked me “What?” and pointed. I was running down a list of things it might be, “wall, couch, shelf…” but suddenly something struck me. It’s been a bit “stressball” here lately and I’ve shut down a bit psychically because of it. I asked him if someone was there, and he nodded, and I felt out, opening myself back up and got the impression of my grandfather being there. I asked, “Is it Granddad?” and my son shook his head pretty fervantly, and then came over and put his hand on my chest, where my grandfather’s spirit had been when I was experiencing entity attachment and I laughed, “Ah, right not your Granddad. My Granddad. Mommy’s Granddad,” and he nodded and laughed, and kept pointing up and going, “Da-dada, Da-dada.”
