Family Is Stronger Than Death

Name:            Melanie
Email:           crimson_56@yahoo.com
Location:        Pittsburgh Pennsylvania
Type:            Channeling
Date:            Tuesday, August 08, 2000
Time:            11:14 PM

My story is about my grandfather, who pasted away on Thursday May 21,1998,5 days before my 18 birthday. I adored my grandfather and when I heard he was going to die in a few hours my family and I rushed to be by his side. But when we got there we were to late, he had died but minutes before we arrived. Now this was very hard on my family, my mother would have given up anything to have said "goodbye, I love you" to him and I would have too. But one person in my family did not understand, my little sister who was 3yrs old at the time.

Well the viewing was anything but peacefully. Our family (blood family) was fighting with the step family. My grandfather divorced my grandmother and remarried when my mother was young. I loved my step-grandmother to death, but when papap died that all changed. At the funeral she was very mean, accusing my family of not loving him and of never being there for him. The funeral turned into a shotgun wedding, both families standing on different sides of each other not going near the other. This was not the way I wanted to say goodbye to my papap, he did not deserve this. And all of this happened on my 18 birthday, Tuesday May 26.

Not to long after this happened my house had a new feeling in it. My mother found herself not able to sleep,not because of the death of her father,but that her room felt strange. And she was not alone,I to felt something in the house. We felt like we were being watched,but neither one of use could believe what happened next. On night my little sister could not sleep,she went into my parents bedroom. My mother awoke to see my sister stareing at the ceiling with her arms wide open as if she was waiting for someone to pick her up. My mother reached for her, but she pushed my mom away and continued to reach for the ceiling. She did this for a few nights and then suddenly stopped. When she stopped so did the feeling of being watched.

We all think it was my grandfather looking over us, to make sure we would be alright with out him. I swear I used to hear his voice, telling me what to do when I was lost. Months later when I lost me ring my mother asked him to helps us find it because it meant a lot to me. A few days later my mother found it outside right in front of the steps to go to the porch in perfect condition. It had survived the snow and everyone walking on it.

To this day when there is a problem we ask him to help us through it, and every time we somehow get through it. And now we believe family is stronger than death.