My Beloved Grandfather: A True Story Of Connection From Beyond.

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My Beloved Grandfather passed away in his sleep.
Just the way he had always wanted.
He died alone in his bed in his own home & in his heaven.
He often declared,The only way I’ll ever leave this house is in a pine box!’ 
And he did.
He lived in country Victoria & was absolutely a ‘man of the land’.
He was a simple man with simple pleasures & was still riding a bike at 80.
 
We had him cremated per his request but, my Mother (his daughter) was not sure what to do with his ashes?
She wanted to spread them around his property but, the timing just never seemed right so, we popped him into his wardrobe until she decided. 
Procrastination is her forte!
 
Time was marching on.
My mother was growing increasingly unsettled that we had not spread his ashes.
Together she & I would go & stay & maintain his property.
It was small but, needed a lot of work.
We would sit by his open fire & reminisce about him & the wonderful times we had in that house. Drink cups of tea & eat chocolate.
 
We often had very weird & unexplained experiences in his house. Things moved & footsteps could be heard but, we always felt a presence. Wishful thinking perhaps but, definitely comforting & persistent.  
 
One night I decided I would sleep where he slept. 
I loved him so dearly & I felt closer to him in his bed, his last resting place.
I had just settled in for the night when, one by one each leg of the bed went through the floor!
I was petrified & thought I was going to die. I was screaming & Mum was yelling & my child was awakened & scared.
It was a full scale shriek fest!
Once we realized what had happen we laughed & my mother said, ‘well he told you to lose that weight!’
I had gained a few kilo’s with my pregnancy, just a few too many!
We settled down again for the night & that’s when the footsteps started.
 
‘Is that you Mum?’ I asked.
‘No, I thought you were up’, she replied.
‘So, if it’s not you & it’s not me’, we were both silent. The footsteps were coming from outside so, we got up & turned on all the exterior lights. We did not do the ‘I’ll just go outside & see’, No Way!
Slowly it dawned on us that the area outside around the house is grass, you can’t hear foot steps on grass!
 
And then it happened! The Antique Clock on the mantle chimed, BONG!
It hadn’t chimed for as long as I could remember & then we knew it was him.
We didn’t sleep much that night but, strangely we weren’t scared. We made a cuppa & listened out for more.
His ashes were still in the cupboard & we discussed what we should do?
We got up the next day promising we’d be back to put him to rest.
5 years passed by. Life got in the way as much was happening as my father went into decline.
 
I had always loved a singer Wendy Mathews.
She released a new album. My brother asked what to buy for my birthday gift & I asked for the CD.
 
I played it over & over.
A particular song always reminded me of Pop.
When I was little he would put me on his feet & dance me around the room to old Scottish tunes. 
 
One morning I was watching TV & Wendy’s song played & I sang along.
I hopped in the car & turned on the radio & it was playing again.
I was in my element, singing away.
I went into the supermarket & yes, it was playing as I shopped!
 
I listened to the words & the penny dropped.
 
Below are the lyrics to this beautiful song;
The CD title is Ghost!

Here I am, I’m right here
Oh I wish you could feel me
Standing so close
I’m right beside you dear
I fly around this old man house
I float through our walls
I scream and I call
While I watch you without me
All I feel, all I am now
Is this love I have for you
Each night it’s you
You I lay beside
Close my eyes, never to sleep
I tell you all the things I should have said
But you’ll never know
How could I act such a part
As to love the one who breaks my heart
I had to go
So put your hands here round my waist
Though you cannot feel my touch dear
And dance with me as you did before
I’m bound forever to this house
I can never go beyond that door
I dance alone
So when you think of me, smile
It’s the only way that I can see
That you still care for me
Close my eyes, never to sleep
I tell you all the things I should have said
But you’ll never know
How could I act such a part
As to love the one who breaks my heart
I had to go
Here I am, I’m right here
How I wish you could see me dear
Oh my dear.

My heart pounded & I raced home.
I phoned my Mum & said, we have to go to Pop’s house & sprinkle his ashes today.
‘Okay’she replied, ‘it’s a lovely day, lets go’.
I packed my children in the car, picked Mum up & off we went.
We arrived at the house & I managed to open the canister that held our beloved.
We had decided to sprinkle him under a huge Rhododendron that he had originally planted.
It had gorgeous big lilac blooms & as it was November it was out in it’s full glory.
 
Myself & Mum & my 5 year old daughter all stepped beneath the canopy of foliage.
I sprinkled Pop into Mums hand & some into my daughters & took some myself. It was like shell grit & not at all like the fine powder I had expected.
My daughter started throwing Pop all over like confetti & both Mum & I were covered in him.
It took ages as the container seemed to go on forever.
 
As we stood there in silence, Mum & I looked at each other.
Everything was silent. 
As we had stepped under the tree, all the outside world noises stopped. 
The birds stopped chirping, the insects stopped buzzing, the mowers stopped & voices stopped. 
Complete & total silence. You could have heard a pin drop.
We kept sprinkling & my daughter showed a bit of restraint re the showering all of us!
 
After we finished as if on queue, the cacophony resumed. In fact the noise was overwhelming & Mum & I just smiled & embraced. It was a very spiritual moment & we were in awe.
 
Mum was so happy & it was so right.
We drove home blissfully unaware until later that evening, that it was Pops birthday that day.
Happy Birthday Pop. Ashes to Ashes. The cycle was complete.
He sent that song to me. It took me 5 years to get the message but, I definitely got it.
He knew I loved Wendy Mathews as, I had played one of her songs at my Grandmothers Funeral.  
 
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P.S. If you think that’s amazing, you should hear about my Grandmothers message from above! 🙂
 
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6 thoughts on “My Beloved Grandfather: A True Story Of Connection From Beyond.”

  1. Beautiful post, and well written. I am intrigued, what was your grandfathers message from above? Did you write a post about it? I would like to read it.

    I think things like this, is the real stuff of life (for me anyway). It rocks my world when it happens. After Maya died, there were feathers and butterflies everywhere, feathers would float past the window sat on the 3 floor, so many weird things happened (I wrote on my earthangelsdiary blog) – haven’t written there for a long time. maybe I should.

    • Thank you 🙂 the message was that we needed to scatter his ashes where he truly wanted to be. Under the tree he planted, a magnificent giant mauve rhododendron.
      We had no clue for five years about what to do or where was the most suitable resting place. It was a series of messages & a song about, an old man trapped in a house that is trying to tell us something etc…the song was word for word.
      Here I am, I’m right here
      O I wish you could feel me
      Standing so close
      I’m right beside you dear
      I float through this man house
      I float through the walls
      I scream and call
      While I watch you without me
      All I feel, all I am now
      Is this love I have for you
      Each night it’s you
      You I lay beside
      I close my eyes, never to sleep
      I tell you all the things I should have said
      But you’ll never know
      How could I act such a part
      As to love the one who breaks my heart
      I had to go …
      So put your hands here around my waist
      Though you cannot feel my touch dear
      And dance with me as you did before
      I’m bound forever to this house
      I can never go beyond that door
      I dance alone
      So when you think of me, smile
      It’s the only way that i can see
      That you still care for me
      I close my eyes, never to sleep
      I tell you all the things I should have said
      But you’ll never know
      How could I act such a part
      As to love the one who breaks my heart
      I had to go …
      Here I am, I’m right here
      How I wish you could see me dear
      O my dear …
      It was on an album by my favourite female artist Wendy Matthews & my brother gave me the CD in 1998 & it was called GHOST! it all fell into place. 🙂
      Google the recotding on youtube, it’s very special. 🙂 xoxo

  2. Do you feel really good writing about spiritual things? I know that I do. Good for the soul.

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