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Date: Thu, 27 Aug 1998 11:40:02 -0700 (PDT)
To: guestbook@ghosts.org
yourname Tammy Oosting
email t_oosting@hotmail.com
story Throughout my life, I have experienced numerous paranormal phenom. I have grown accustomed to eerie sensations, visions and visitors. I have never, nor will I ever take them for granted. The biggest occurance happend to me when I was 13 years old. My family was very tight knit, and close. One side of my family was very large, consisting of Great Grandparents, their 5 children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. My grandmother was the only girl, and the oldest of the children. Her daughter was her only child, and the oldest of the grandchildren. I am the only child and the oldest of the Great-Grandchildren. The bond we have shared with my great-grandparents was incredibly close and loving.
My great-grandfather, Paul, was diagnosed with stomach cancer in 1984. He outlived what the doctors had felt would be a relitavely short life after finding the cancer. My grandmother and I helped take care of him when he was still at home. He was sent to the hospital in April of 1985. When he passed away, my grandmother, who had always been so close to him, had a massive heart attack less then 48 hours later. On the day of his funeral, she was taken to the hospital. The nurses were all concerned about her, because it seemed she had lost her own will to live with the death of her father. About 3 nights after my great-grandfather was burried, I went to bed and had what I consider a visit from him.
In this 'dream' my grandpa came to me, and asked me to walk with him into the field that was across the street from me. We walked and talked for quite a while. He desperately wanted me to tell my grandmother that he was ok, and that she needed to get herself well again. He stopped and leaned over and picked me a yellow flower, and then walked me back to my house. When I awoke that morning, I could still remember his words and the feeling of peace he had generating from his being. I uncovered myself and found dirt and grass all over my feet and the sheets. I looked out the window and there was that same flower he had picked for me, growing in front of my window. My grandmother got better, and felt that I was used as a 'medium' for them because niether her nor my mother were emotionally strong enough for the visit.
I never dreamt that my great grandmother would also use me as that medium. She passed away in 1992. My family had recently moved out of NY to Fl and when we got word that she was on her deathbed, my grandmother wanted me to accompany her up there, because she had a terrible fear of flying by herself. My grandfather (her husband) decided at the last minute to drive her home, so I stayed behind with my parents. About 2 days after they left, we were notified that my great-grandmother had passed away. We, at the time, we not in the financial situation where we could fly back home, so we missed her funeral. Approxiamtely 3-4 days after her death, again, I had a visitation, from her this time. In this dream, my grandmother, my mother and myself were in a mall, and I saw great grandma while no one else could. I noticed what she was wearing and how wonderful she looked. I begged her not to go or to take me with her, but she told me that there were some important things I was put on th! ! is earth to do.
When my grandparents returned, I sat down and told grandma about the dream. I told her how her mother looked, and what she was wearing, and the message she had asked me to give. When I was finished, my grandmother told me that the clothing I had described was the exact outfit she was burried in. And the description I had given about how she looked was the way she looked in the casket.
I know that my great-grandparents live through my children, and I enjoy knowing that they are here with me all the time. It is wonderful being able to pull out my Ouija Board and talk to them. I thank the Gods every day for this wonderful gift I was given.