Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

As I mentioned in another post, Alicia Comes for Lunch, interesting things always happen to me at this time of year. This one isn’t scary, just eerie.

My grandfather died in 1967 and my grandmother in 1976. No one in the family had gone to their grave site since then. It wasn’t that we didn’t care, we just weren’t the type of people to visit graves. But I got curious and wanted to see where they were buried, but I couldn’t remember where the cemetery was. Strangely, no one in the family could remember either – each one thought it was a different cemetery. I was in Washington, D.C., which has many well known large cemeteries. My father thought they were buried in Mt. Olivet. My mother said it was Congressional Cemetery, my Uncle said no, it was Rock Creek Cemetery. Other relatives just didn’t remember. So one day around Samhain, when the veil is the thinnest, I went out to find my grandparents’ graves.

I went down a major roadway, that led straight downtown. Rock Creek Cemetery was on this road and I stopped there first. No record of anyone with my grandparents name was listed so off I went. They weren’t in the next cemetery either and I continued further downtown towards the famous Congressional Cemetery. Now these cemeteries are miles apart, if you know Washington, D.C., I was going down North Capitol Street and it’s maybe 10 miles distance between Rock Creek Cemetery and Congressional Cemetery – and that’s DC streets, not country roads. I asked the Universe to please guide me as I had no idea really where they were and I didn’t want a wild goose chase.

As I was driving along I glanced down to a side street and saw the back of a graveyard at the end of the street, stopping to ask someone which one it was, he said it was St. Mary’s and gave me directions. I turned around and followed his directions. As I was driving to St. Mary’s, I happened to pass yet ANOTHER cemetery. I turned around and went into that cemetery and to the office. Sure enough, this was where my grandparents were buried. The man in the office pointed me down a path but as I drove down it a very large bird flew in front of me, slowly flapping his wings and “led the way”. Since it was from the back, I couldn’t really tell what kind of bird it was – it looked like an owl, but it was still daylight and I doubted a owl would be flying around. It might have been a hawk. It was big, with maybe a 3 1/2 foot wingspan. I followed the bird and it led me right to my grandparents grave. It was a lonely grave indeed. No one had paid them a visit in 30 years. I also found it strange that my grandfather’s father’s name was on the opposite side of the gravestone, like they were sharing the same headstone, one on one side, one on the other. I have never seen that done before. I wondered where everyone else was – why it was just my great grandfather, grandfather and my grandmother – when my grandfather had 11 siblings and a mother. Where were they? Well I haven’t tried to find them yet but maybe I should go out again.

Anyway, the cemetery was called Glenwood and no one had mentioned that name in the cemeteries people thought they were in, and I would never have just found it on my own as it was so far off the beaten path of the main roadway. I really feel I was lead there.

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