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From: Chuggs@webtv.net (charlene stanley)
Date: Sat, 6 Feb 1999 11:10:01 -0500 (EST)
To: ghost-discuss@ariel.cdb.com
Subject: Anniversary Story----LONG!
11 years ago today my best friend died in an automobile accident. His name was Paul. He was the funniest guy I ever knew. He was one of those charasmatic type...you know, the guy everyone loved. He was the best man at my wedding and his love, Jane, was my maid-of-honor.
Both Jane and I were pregnant at my wedding (I know, bad girls!) We were due within 6 weeks of one another. The 4 of us were very happy planning our new "adult" lives. But as Jane and I settled down and prepared for our new arrivals...Paul and my husband did not.
They carried on with their wild-like, careless behavior. On the night before Paul's sister was to be married...there was a bacholor party. I made up some excuse to keep my husband at home. I did not want him to go. Paul went alone.
That night, on the way home, he smashed into a tree....dying instantly. At 5 am we got the call. There was to be no wedding---changed to a memorial service. Sorry they didn't call earlier...for some reason their phone hadn't worked all night.
They had repairmen come but no one could figure it out. Suddenly, it worked again. Bad scene at the church...saddest day of my life. Ok, cut ahead 2 weeks later. I'm in the hospital. Just had my first child, my son--Shawn. I had an emergency C-section. I fell asleep...I think. For there was Paul...as real and as solid as you and I. I could hold him, touch him....I could even smell him. He told me he couldn't stay long. He just wanted to talk for a few....he was crying over the birth of my son..he watched it alll. Told me how proud he was of me. Told me Jane would have a son. That was his biggest regret---that he hadn't realized how precious life was. Told me he was ok now. Told me to value life.
That was all, then he said he had to go.
I started crying---begging him to stay.
I opened my eyes---there was my OB-GYN staring at me. He asked what was wrong---why was I crying? I told him every thing I had seen. He laughed at me and told me it wa because ofthe drugs I had received. He walked out. I started crying again and brought my hands up to my face. Then, I smelled it. It was sooooo powerful. It was Paul. I could smell him all over my hands. It was not a dream...not even a lucid one. That was the first time but not the last that a spirit has visited.
I still love you Paul!
Char