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Connie, I loved that story the first time you posted it and I teared up again when I read it this time.  What a lovely story about your Nert. 

--dorothy

Yes Connie I have had experiences with ghosts.  Not something I talk about because ppl tend to think your nuts.

I lost a boyfriend in high school to a car accident.  About 2 mths later I “felt” him pass through me, I could smell him and “feel” him.  He wanted me to know it was ok and he was ok.

I didn’t tell anyone for many years.

My grandmother passed away almost 2 years ago.  She was a very spiritual woman.  I’ve “felt” her presence more than once since she has passed on.  Nothing like the first time but still enough for me to notice.

The boyfriend incident really shook me, but Grammy is a comforting presence.  She is there when I need her the most to give me comfort.  I know she wants me to know she will always be with me.

Connie, I just loved your Nert story. 
I never used to believe in ghosts.  My grandfather died about 5 years ago, and though I’ve never seen him since, every once in awhile I’ll feel him in the room with me and twice I could swear he’s touched my hair.

I lost my brother to suicide in June of 1999. Our mother was terminally ill with cancer. In August, hospice said that it was just a matter of hours, my dad and I sat next to mom’s bed. She wanted to die at home.

I had dozed off around 5 am and I heard the back door open. Through my sleepy eyes, I saw my brother walk through that door.  I asked him if he was there to take mom, and he said yes. I asked him not to, but he said it was his job and that she would be okay. Then he went down the hall and into the bedroom where my aunt had gone to lie down.

About 10 minutes later, she came out and said something woke her up. My mother died an hour later. Up till then, her breathing had been forced and ragged...almost painful sounding. But after I saw my brother, her breathing became easy and peaceful. She took longer and longer time between breaths, until she just didn’t take another.

I did not tell anyone for a long time because I figured they would take me to a loony bin or chalk it up to stress.  But, I honestly know something happened. He was there, in whatever form, and he made her passing something she didn’t have to fight or be afraid of anymore.

Jacqueline, that’s beautiful.

I lived in two different apartments in a historic area - beautiful wood floors, high ceilings, and plenty of supernatural company. My keys were ‘misplaced’ all the time only to find them rolled up inside a skirt in the bottom drawer of my dresser or hanging from the little lever that adjusts the steering wheel in the car. I watched the shadow of a man in a fedora walk through my apartment one afternoon, and the screaming in the alley outside my second apartment got so annoying one night that I threw an entire head of garlic out my bedroom window and shouted “Shut the hell up!” which, surprisingly, worked.

But the best thing I’ve ever heard was from my sister, who lost her son two years ago. She was pregnant again and craving pickles, she had a huge jar of them on the counter while she was having a conversation with the son she lost, just talking aloud to him and telling him she missed him and loved him, and when she picked the jar of pickles up to put it away the juice from the jar had formed a perfect heart on the counter underneath.

I keep hoping Nert will pass through sometime soon but so far, she’s remained elusive.

I’ve had a similar experience of my own. Like you I had a cat “Blanche” that would also sleep with me. At night she would jump up on my bed and before curling up to sleep she would paw me. (Pushing each paw into me as if to make her sleeping spot more comfortable). After she passed away, I would still feel her jump up on my bed and paw me. That happened for many years before it just stopped. It’s a wondrous thing. 

I’ve never experienced anything on par with what you all have, but when I took my daughters to visit the Waley House in Old Town San Diego, I did experience something a bit on the strange side.

We were the only visitors there, and there was one docent present, an older lady.

Upstairs in the nursery, we saw a doll sitting in a child’s rocking chair.  When we came back by the nursery, the doll was on the floor. I thought maybe one of my daughter’s had touched it, but both denied touching it and I don’t remember either of them being out of my sight.  If the docent had come upstairs, either, we’d have seen or heard her.

There is a walk-through closet between the master bedroom and the dressing room.  When I stepped into it, it felt and looked as if I were stepping through a fog.

The last, and weirdest thing happened was as i came back downstairs I smelled a woman’s perfume.  The docent came out of her office and asked if we had any questions, and I stepped close to her and sniffed. She wasn’t wearing perfume and we were still the only visitors in the house.  I told her about the perfume and she laughed and said Mrs. Waley must have come down the stairs.

A couple of months after my mom passed away, I was in my room (reading a book) and all of a sudden I smelled my mother’s perfume. It was so strange that I got up and went out into the hall, but the scent was only in my room.  I remember closing the door and taking deep breaths, trying to keep the scent with me.....it was absolutely wonderful and I didn’t want it to go away.  I wish there were more moments like those.

These blogs should come with a kleenex alert! 

I love yellow roses.  I carried them at my wedding and whenever my husband gave me flowers they were always yellow roses.
About a year before my husband died I planted a yellow rose bush in our yard.  It was gorgeous and bloomed like crazy.  From mid-spring through late fall I had beautiful yellow roses throughout the house.  My husband and I had a very deep bond and before he died he told me he would always love me and watch over me.  The morning of the day he died the yellow rose bush was in full bloom.  He died that afternoon.  When I went outside the next morning there wasn’t a single bud or bloom on the bush and for the next six weeks not a single bud appeared.  The first week of November I held a “celebration of life” open house in his honor at our home.  It was what he had asked me to do but when I woke up that morning I was very nervous because I knew that evening was going to be incredibly emotional and difficult for me.  I walked down the driveway and there on the bush that hadn’t bloomed in six weeks was one perfect yellow rose.  He had found a way to let me know he was okay and from that moment on, so was I.

Oh PJ, your story warms my heart. ((hugs))

OMG - in my new house, we have a ghostly little girl in our living room. If I fall asleep on the couch, she likes to wake me up by poking me on my shoulder. When I first moved in, it scared the bajeebees outta me, but I’ve gotten used to it. I try not to fall asleep downstairs if I can help it though.

Oh my God, people!  I have goosebumps AND tears. 

PJ, that’s amazing.  Jacqueline, and the rest of you who’ve lost people, ditto. 

Cindy, I’m not surprised.  Had you not had your strict upbringing, I truly believe you would have turned out to be, MADAME CYNTHIA.  I’m not kidding, btw.

Connie and PJ: What beautiful, touching stories. I was tearing up as I read them.

I wish my dog would show up.  Ever had a Sheltie, Connie? 

I swear, they’re angels and so smart.  It just made me sick such a pure little being (except that time she ate my mom’s cooling blueberry pie...the WHOLE thing) had to do something so awful as dying.

These stories are amazing PJ, Connie, Jacqueline. 

I was attending a seminar at one of the very old halls in Charleston.  I asked the lady next to me, who was native to the area, who the woman was standing next to the speaker at the podium in old clothes?  She said nobody was there and I said she standing to the right.  The lady just laughed and said “Honey, you’re seein’ the Hall Ghost.”

How does one respond to that?  I was silent.

I’ve only told my husband this one (I’m actually a terrible skeptic about this stuff).  We recently moved into a house that had formerly belonged to a family who lost a young son in a car crash.  One wee morning a few weeks ago, I was sort of between awake and asleep, when right next to my ear, I heard the voice of a little boy say, “Good night, Mommy.” I also felt the little hairs around my ear move.  I sat bolt up in bed, and immediately went to my own kids’ rooms.  They were both sound asleep.  When I told my husband about it, he said he’s had similar experiences in this house, but wouldn’t elaborate.  I’m still freaked when I think about it.

Big hugs to PJ and Jacqueline.  Those were beautiful.

I had a cousin who died in her forties of breast cancer that eventually went to her bones.  She was a good twenty-some years older than me.  She had the warmest hands.  At the last family party before she died, she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the ladies room to freshen up.  We laughed like schoolgirls as we righted ourselves before returning to dancing.  Every time I think of her I can feel the warmth of her hand in mine earnestly pulling me to come along with her.  I feel it even now.

I too, have felt the presence of a pet.  I had a Shitzu for 14 years.  After she passed, there were many nights I would wake up and hear the clicking of her nails as she walked on the kitchen floor.  Every time I would get up to check, it would stop.

I did have another incident with a ghost.  Although I did not see him, I could smell his cologne.

Growin we had a house guest. She had lived in the house at one time. Doors would open and close with no one there. We would smell her perfume. There were constantly cold spots we would walk through. We could hear a rocking chair rocking in the 3rd floor.  We have actually had physical contact with her. My mother woke to her head being bounced off the pillow with a choking sensation around her neck. My father was asleep and had both of his legs pulled on at the same time. I went up stairs one night in hurry and flipped on the hall light and started down the hall. I was bounced back about 2 feet in the direction I came from. It felt like I hit an invisible brick wall. I then heard footsteps move from the hall to the bathroom door. The hall was icy cold and it made every hair on my arms stand up.  We were scared and didnt’ know what caused her to act this way after living with her peacefully for several years. Mom said the only thing that had changed at the house recently was she put a lock on the basement door so if some one broke into the basement they couldn’t get upstairs. She immediately took the lock off and our house guest was back to being nice.

My grandparents used to live in an old colonial house in Conneticut that was formerly owned by an old sea captain in the early 1900s. When my parents first married they went to visit my grandparents. It was late one night and my parents were sleeping. My mom heard the door creak open and looked up to see an old man with a short cropped white beard peering in. She was a little creeped out but went back to sleep. In the morning she asked my grandpa if he had looked in to check on them and he said no.
A few years later when i was about 4 years old I began to talk about “the old man” with a beard (my grandfather has never had a beard) even though I didn’t hear this story till years later. When my grandparents were selling the house, they wouldn’t let me be there because I would tell everyone about the ghost and that wasn’t exactly a selling point. I dont remember any of this and now I am about the biggest skeptic in the world. I was a very imaginative (and strange) child though so who knows.