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Date: Thu, 21 May 1998 08:01:56 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Lisa
email Fuzzy1974@aol.com
This probably isn't very unusual, but it's a true story that happened to me back in the summer of 1987. I was 13 at the time.
My friend Tracy and I enjoyed taking walks around her neighborhood when we were bored. We also frequently talked about ghosts and other supernatural things.
One day, we were walking along and I started staring into space. Tracy later told me that for several minutes she was trying to talk to me, but I only stared and would not respond. I felt as though I was no longer on the road with Tracy. I was instead on a dirt road by myself. After a minute, I saw a man next to an old Volkswagen. He was dressed in a suit and a hat. He kissed my forehead, told me he loved me and said he would be with me always. He then got in the car and drove away.
When I came back to being with Tracy, I had a tear trickle down my face and she asked what happened. I told her and asked her what she thought. She said she thought I saw someone I knew. I told her I had never seen this man before, but I felt protected by him.
Later that evening, after my mom came home from work, Tracy and I had dinner with her. I felt kind of silly, but I told my mom the story. She didn't seem surprised and told us something that happened at the hotel where she worked that day. She was cleaning a room and was called by her father who had been dead since she was a teenager. She turned around and saw him standing there. He kissed her too and said he'd be watching her. She thought it must be my Grandpa I had seen. I had never seen a picture of him before, so I asked her to show me one. At home, she brought out a picture of him and sure enough it was the man who had kissed my forehead. I asked my mother how he died and she told me he was driving a Volkswagen when he was hit by a drunk driver.
From that day on, I believed that my Grandpa is watching over both my mother and myself. Once in a while we both have a brief encounter such as a touch on the shoulder or a whispered, "I love you." It always seems to happen on the same day either at the same time or a few minutes apart.
I've read that ghosts sometimes hang around because something is unfinished or they can't get to the "other side". I wish my Grandpa peace, but I also would miss him terribly if he left me.