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Angels or Spirits - They Are Welcome Part I
From: Carolyn (CConley287@aol.com) Story type: Angel Location: most of my life Source: Form Submission
I have so many occurrences that I may have to put my information here in chapters - but let's start.
My first recall of what some may consider paranormal was as a child. My mother was a nurse and became my role model for my initial profession. Around the age of 12 our family pet passed away after a short illness. Some time after we expressed grief and gave closing to our loss, the occurrences began. For months I was afraid to mention what I could frequently hear as Mitzi's toenails as she walked across the kitchen tile floor. This room had been her favorite place when she was with us. This went on for months after. One morning, while setting the table for breakfast, I heard Mitzi walking across the kitchen as usual, toward me. Without thinking I said, "Watch girl, don't let me step on you". My mother calmly turned from the stove and said, "So you have heard her too?" as a tear rolled down her cheek. To close this experience Mitzi stayed with us until several days after my father brought a new puppy home to surprise my mother.
Around the time I was 13 there was a rousting of the homestead. To bring the picture to full focus - my Godmother lived 3 doors from us. She had a daughter around 18 at the time that was dating a boy that was not well accepted by the family. It had got to the point that a parental foot had been put down and she was told she could no longer see him or she would have to move out. This particular night my mother awoke after having gone to bed about three hours earlier. She aroused me and my father in a panic with accompaning gibberish. She kept repeating my Godmother's daughter's name and she needs help. In an effort to console her, my father called my Godmother to inquire after Jean welfare without alarming her. My Godmother assured my father that her daughter had gone to bed hours before and was well. My father finally convinced my mother that she had a bad dream. My mother went back into an exhausted sleep only to be up and at it again about two hours later - but much more frantic. This time
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cycle. Once at the reservoir the roads became unpaved and twisty. He lost control of the motorcycle, struck a tree and she was thrown into brush off the road.
Now I can share Pappaw (my mother's father) with all of you readers. Out of 20 some grandchildren, I was my Pappaw's favorite right from the start. He had nicknamed me Star when I was very small. We lived in Delaware and he in Tennessee with my mother's youngest brother and his family. Just before I turned 15, I came down to the kitchen one morning to help my mother start breakfast. My father was upstairs showering and shaving for work. As I reached for the plates, my mother said, "Forget that, go upstairs and pack a suitcase". Even though I thought she was normal most of the time, even I could be surprised by her on occasion. I was in the middle of a school year - pack a suitcase? - miss school? - not if my mother was in her right mind. As I was leaving the kitchen to do what I was told she added "and start a suitcase for your father too. My thought was this is really going to be interesting. You can imagine my father's reaction to my mother telling him at the breakfast table "We are going ho
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