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October 2002 Page 13
by Chrissy T.
I wanted to share a heartwarming yet somewhat strange story of my grandmother. Now everyone loves their grandmother, but for me, she was the most important person I had ever met. I loved her so much that I found it necessary to be a part of her death. She died in my arms and it was the most important thing I had ever done. We knew she was within hours of her death. She had been sick for years. This night as I held her and she slipped away, I asked her to come back to me so I know she made it and she was happy. I am a firm believer in the after life and the paranormal and knew that if I asked her to come back some how, she would.
When I arrived home the night she passed away, my telephone kept ringing. That in itself is not unusual. Everyone gets phone calls, but do they usually get them on a phone that hasn't been plugged in for weeks? The phone rang at least 12 different times that night. It scared me to death. Worst of all, it scared my husband who does not scare easily.
My husband is a huge skeptic (or at least was). I inherited my grandmother's mink stole and her mink-lined ball gown. I wanted them because I remember her wearing them when I was a child and I wanted so much to have them for dress up. The night of her funeral, I walked into my walk in closet and noticed the scent of her cologne. I noticed it because she wore Coty's perfume which you cannot find anymore. My husband, being the skeptic he was, said, "That isn't so weird. Her mink and gown are covered in the cologne." The cologne was so strong that usually you could smell it even when she washed her clothes. I agreed with him and never gave it a thought.
Four days later, my husband and I went upstairs to our infant son's room because we heard voices in the baby monitor downstairs. We weren't all that concerned because we were unsure of what it was. We went upstairs and the teddy bear mobile over my son's crib was moving slightly as if someone had turned it on. Not only that, but as my husband and I stood in the door way of his room, a slight breeze passed us both with the overwhelming scent of Coty's perfume. My husband looked at me with tears in his eyes and said, "Hi, grandma. Welcome back." From that point on, we only sense her perfume in our sons room. That is quite alright with us! It is great to have her back!
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