I thought I would share a short little story about a family friend who died in a car wreck. Now, keep in mind that many other strange things happened concerning his family after his death but they are very personal and I feel it would be disrespectful to his family to share their stories, so I will just tell mine. (Even though some of theirs are hilarious!)
I had known him since he was barely 16 when he and my baby sister started dating. (She is nine years my junior and he was a year older than her) He was with us constantly and even went on family vacations with us. He and I were really close and he and my daughter who was just a toddler at the time where crazy over one another. He would often come to my house if my sister wasn’t in (I live just down the road form my parents) and he and his friends would eat me out of house and home! The point is we loved him dearly.
Anyway, when he went away to college he got a bit wild (he had always been a good kid, and he was saved and baptized at our church.) and started drinking and fooling around a bit so he and my sister broke up, but he always loved her and would visit me and call to talk even after they broke up. When he was in his early twenties he died in a horrific car wreck. We were devastated and the whole family took it very hard.
Just after his death I began to hear doors banging shut in my house but I would be looking at the door from which the sound obviously originated. This started happening all the time and my daughter even swears she heard someone clap in her room and she heard whispers, as did I.
Finally one day after I had been frantically searching for a special photo of him and my daughter for days I sat down to do some work at my computer. My Bible was opened on my keyboard and his memorial was laying there in the Bible where I had left it. Suddenly as I sat and began to tear up thinking of him, the photo I had been looking for drifted from the shelf above my computer (at least I assume it came from the self J), all I know is that I had turned that house (including that shelf) upside down for a week and had never found it until then! I just busted out bawling and laughing at the same time and thanked him out loud. I didn’t have anymore problems with slamming doors after that!
Sorry, I guess it wasn’t such a short little story after all! Thanks, Wendy
This is not my best experience but it is sweet and the anniversary of his death has just passed, so I felt I wanted to pass it on.
Sent in by Wendy, Copyright 2009 TrueGhostTales.com
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hello
my name is cyndi
i’m 13 years old and i found out that i can communicate to the dead
i can help you, he might need to cross over
what’s his name.
I can communicate with him if you give him his full name
-CYnDi
Cyndi,
Thanks for the offfer, that’s really sweet. But maybe i didn’t make myself clear: This has been several years ago, and things only happened for a short time after his death. I think he was just saying goodbye and helping me find that picture of him and my daughter before he crossed over. Things also stopped happening to his family around the same time, so i feel sure he rests in Gods hands now. Also I don’t intentionally communicate with things “not of this world” sometimes they just find me!
Wendy
Wow! Maybe that was his way of telling you he ok and wanted you to have that picture… how sad that he died so young…thanks for sharing!