Do I believe in ghosts? That’s the question. While I think a lot of stories are made up for various reasons, I do believe some of the encounters are true. Other than a brief flash a couple times, I’ve never really seen anything. My sister, Cait, on the other hand, sees all kinds of things.
One of the most memorable was when we were singing at our Grandpa’s funeral. I think we were partway into the second verse of Amazing Grace when Cait grabbed my hand and started squeezing. Hard. I swear I had ring marks in my fingers for days. But I managed not to yelp, and we continued singing while her eyes kept darting toward the pews in front of us.
After we sat back down, I asked her what was wrong. She told me that she’d seen our grandparents sitting in one in the fourth pew back – Grandma had died thirteen years earlier. And she was holding a baby. I assumed it must have been either our cousin who’d been stillborn, or our nephew who’d died as an infant seven years earlier.
Cait said that she was sure it wasn’t. The baby Grandma had been holding was one she didn’t recognize, and she was sure that somehow, this was a baby who hadn’t been born yet. A few weeks later, we found out our cousin, Sarah, was pregnant. And in August, she had a little boy that looked exactly like the baby Cait had seen our Grandma holding.
It didn’t freak us out at all. Instead, it was a comfort and my cousin said that Grandma was probably holding her son because it was the only way he’d stop crying. That kid was a screamer as a baby. 😀
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