Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Hello, I wanted to share with you something that happened to me about thirteen years ago. The unthinkable happened in 1996… my mother (we were very close) had passed away. My three sisters (I’m the youngest of five children, I had a brother, but he has since passed on as well) had taken care of her when she fell ill. My husband was in the military, and we traveled to different duty stations in the United States and overseas. It would be long periods of time between my visits home with my family.

About two weeks before my mom passed away, I went home to visit my family. When I saw my mom, for some reason I felt that this would be the last time I’d see her alive. When it came time for me to leave for the airport to go back to where my husband and I were stationed, I gave my mom the longest hug and told her that I loved her. She hugged me back and told me that she loved me too and that she very proud of me and my husband. Two weeks later, I received a phone call from my oldest sister that mom had passed away. I was so devastated!

Even though I had a chance to say good-bye, I still would not accept her passing in my heart. It was a couple weeks later in the evening, after we had mom’s memorial service, after my husband and I had gone to bed. I was just laying there and couldn’t sleep. I missed my mom so much that it just hurt bad. All of a sudden, I heard my mom’s voice, clear as day, calling my name. When I heard her voice, it brought me back to a time when I was three years old and my mom would call out my name to come home or if I had wondered too far out of the yard. I felt very much at peace. But, I still would not except my mom’s passing.

About a week later, when my husband and I had retired for the evening and he was sound asleep, I heard my mom’s voice again, this time is sound like it was coming from out in the hallway, like she was trying to find me. Several nights later, around 11:30 p.m., something happened that finally convinced me to accept my mom’s passing. I heard her voice calling my name again, this time, it was much firmer. I sat up in bed and all of a sudden I saw a glowing light at the foot of the bed. I felt my mom’s presence in the room. My husband seemed to be in a deep trance sleep and did not feel me sit up. For some reason, I was so frightened that I pulled the covers over my head. The light went away, and I laid there in bed and said a small prayer. I told my mom that I finally accepted her passing and that I knew she was no longer in pain. I also told her that I loved her very much. All of a sudden, I felt this warmth within me, that my mom was happy and that she was in Heaven with my dad and her sister who had both passed on years before. In my mind, I could see my mom young again, like in the pictures I use to see of her when both she and my dad were first married.

I never heard my mom’s voice again, but, I do have dreams about her… as if she was still alive. One dream I had was when her and I had gone shopping. Sometimes, we would have lunch together in my dreams. I might have these dreams once every couple of months. They are so real.

No too long ago, I had confessed to my sisters about my experience. Two of them laughed at me thought that I was crazy. My other sister, Linda, told me that she understood, because she hears mom’s voice calling her name, almost every morning around 4:00 am.  My other two sisters may be experiencing something similar, but, they don’t want to admit it. I can remember when we had all gotten together the night before mom’s memorial (her wishes were to be cremated and laid to rest with my dad, who is buried in the Arlington Cemetery), we were sitting in my oldest sister’s living room, where my mom had spent a lot of time. My sister has French doors in her dining room area. Well, we were all talking about mom and sharing stories and memories, when all of a sudden, we heard a strong wind and the French doors just flew open. We felt a coldness in the room and we stopped talking for a moment. Mom was very close to her family. My older sister kidded with me and said that that was mom, coming to join in with our conversation. She possibly could have been correct.

Well, this is my story. Thank you for listening.

Written by Bonnie Burton, Copyright 2009