I live in San Francisco, California. In December, 2005, I found myself grieving the death of my mother. I had a newborn baby who was born two weeks after my mother's sudden death, and a teenage daughter who was in the throws of hormonal upheaval. She was constantly slamming doors, cursing, and refused to help me with her little sister.
One afternoon, after she had cussed and slammed the door as she left the house, I broke down and cried and said out loud, "Mom, Ellie is so bad. She is screaming and yelling and swearing, and I just wish I could talk to you one more time."
I forgot about it and went about all the tasks of the day. During this time, it was winter break and my teen was on the computer all hours of the night, talking on her cell phone to her best friend, "Grace", and also keeping the home phone nearby in case her battery died on the cell. I was too worn out with the newborn to enforce a sleep time as I was trying to sleep whenever I could.
So at 3:00 a.m., Ellie came running into my bedroom, screaming, shaking, and crying, waking up, me, the baby, and my husband. I asked her what happened. She told me the home phone rang (while she was on the phone with Grace) and that when she picked up the phone, Grandma told her to "stop talking to your mother with a dirty mouth!"
I asked her if she meant her living grandmother, but she couldn't stop shaking and told me, "No, it was grandma! Your mom!" By the way, my mom would have used those exact words. No one else says "dirty mouth" that I know of.
I asked her if the phone sounded scratchy (like, you know, from the grave or from far away), but she said, "No. It was clear as anything."
Later we laughed about it and said she must have the phone network. But this is an absolutely true story. I was so happy to know my mom "heard" my cries and tried to help.
We received one more call from my mother, again to my teen daughter, Ellie, who was riding a streetcar with her best friend, Grace. I think that something about Grace must be that she is a conduit because these phone calls only happened when she was with Ellie.
Grace's phone rang and she heard a voice that she thought was mine say, "Let me talk to Ellie." But it wasn't me. Grace said, "Your mom's on the phone." But when Ellie picked up the phone, it was my mother sternly telling her that she was standing right in front of her and had questions and wanted answers." (It must be noted that I had earlier that day asked Ellie to help me do something for her living grandmother, and she told me she was too busy to do it, so I was upset.)
Again, my mom tried to intervene! Ellie once again was hysterical, but I have to tell you that six years later, Ellie has had many paranormal experiences, including visits from her deceased uncle. She accepts it now and I am so happy to have her in my life because she has helped me accept that life goes on after death.
