Grandmother's Love

From: Carolyn Clarke (churtle@shaw.ca)
Story type: Ghost
Location: Gander, Newfoundland
Source: Form Submission

I grew up with my grandparents always be there. Then after 21 years my grandmother was gone. I was extremely close to both my grandparents, but espeically my Nan. I was the only other person home when my grandfather found her that morning, which made it even worse, for I had to tell my mother that her mother was dead.

A couple of months after she had died I was driving home late one night, really not thinking about much, just singing to the radio. I pulled into our back driveway, then proceeded to go around the side of the house, I glanced at the cars in the front driveway, and lo and behold there sat my grandmother in her seat, in my grandfather's car. She turned her head and smiled at me, and without much thought of really looking I got scared and ran inside the house. I was 21 years old and crawled next to my father and tried to go to sleep. Next morning I kept asking everyone what it was I saw, and of course they told me it was my imagination, and that I was having such a hard time with her passing that I just imagined the whole thing. After hearing that for quite some time I truly believe that maybe it was my imagination, until 2 months later on the day after my wedding.

The only way that I could feel that my grandmother was part of my wedding was to lay my bouquet on her grave instead of throwing it. I first must tell you that the only flower I had at my wedding were yellow roses, because someone had told me that they meant forever. So the next day after the wedding, my husband, three year old niece and I went back to my parents home and retrieved our car, which by the way was not used in our wedding, and put the bouquet in the trunk. We then proceeded to go to the graveyard which was on the outskirts of Town.

We arrived at the graveyard, it was a cloudy, drizzly day, with no one around but us. We all got out, went and placed the flowers on my Nan's grave, said a prayer through my tears, then turned to leave. As we did the sun just burst from the sky, and I thought to myself that, that was her way of telling me that she knew I was there. But, when we got back to the car, and before I sat back in, my husband asked me, "where did those flowers come from?" I asked him what he was talking about, and he said to look on my seat. When I did, I found a long stem with two (2) red roses off the top. I couldn't believe my eyes, and I just started crying.

We went back to my parent's home, I went into the kitchen where my mother was, put the flower on the counter in front of her and asked to explain that! No one has ever been able to explain it, and now my parents just tell me that even though we were all shocked and upset with my Nan's passing, no one took it as hard as I did, and that this was her way of telling me that everything was okay.

It was such a comfort to me that I seen what I did, and got what I got. So if there are any other people out there that has seen something that others tend to tell you it's your imagination, remember my story, and just smile to yourself, knowing that you were blessed by a love one coming through to let you know it's okay.

Thanks for listening! God Bless.

Carolyn Clarke