A Message from Beyond
I have my grandmothers picture hanging on the wall in the bedroom. It hangs right across my bed along with a few pictures of Josh when he was younger. I have several pictures of Nana hanging around the house. A few times since we moved here one particular picture sometimes falls off the wall. I have no idea when this is going to happen.
Last year her picture fell off the wall around the first week of December. I thought nothing of it at first. I just picked it back and hung it back in its place on the wall. Then a week later the same thing happened almost the same time of day. Then I started to wonder a little.
Now, I was never one to believe in ghosts but I do believe that people we love never leave us not even in death and they still try to guide you in life. And I do think Nana was trying to tell me something that day. Christmas was always her favorite holiday. She loved everything about Christmas. It was always a special time for her. So, I was thinking maybe it was her way of saying Merry Christmas.
Then after it happened a few more times, the same picture falling from the wall at different times, I started to think and wonder. Perhaps it was something more. I didn't exactly know what she was trying to tell me. Yes, I did believe she was trying to tell me something.
As the days and months passed I couldn't get it off of my mind. I went about my daily business as usual but that was always in the back of my mind. Nana was always able to read people. She could tell if you were up to no good in a matter of minutes after meeting you. Almost like a sixth sense. She told it like it was and never held her tounge.
Last night or early morning I heard something fall. In had just as I was turning to the cool side of the pillow. I first though it was a rat. We don't have rats but when I was little where we lived we got mice every summer. The landlord was cheap and put down drug store poison which worked for a minute until it didn't. It was a mess. We found dead mice all over the house. It was a bad ten years. And that ordeal stayed with me and when I hear rustling noises I think of my mice experience and hope its not that. Fortunately, it wasn't mice or rats.
It was the picture of Nana and this time a picture of Josh which was hanging next to it. I sort of have an idea why this happened. I am pretty sure I know what Nana is trying to tell me and I know she knows I know too. She was just giving me a little push.
Last year her picture fell off the wall around the first week of December. I thought nothing of it at first. I just picked it back and hung it back in its place on the wall. Then a week later the same thing happened almost the same time of day. Then I started to wonder a little.
Now, I was never one to believe in ghosts but I do believe that people we love never leave us not even in death and they still try to guide you in life. And I do think Nana was trying to tell me something that day. Christmas was always her favorite holiday. She loved everything about Christmas. It was always a special time for her. So, I was thinking maybe it was her way of saying Merry Christmas.
Then after it happened a few more times, the same picture falling from the wall at different times, I started to think and wonder. Perhaps it was something more. I didn't exactly know what she was trying to tell me. Yes, I did believe she was trying to tell me something.
As the days and months passed I couldn't get it off of my mind. I went about my daily business as usual but that was always in the back of my mind. Nana was always able to read people. She could tell if you were up to no good in a matter of minutes after meeting you. Almost like a sixth sense. She told it like it was and never held her tounge.
Last night or early morning I heard something fall. In had just as I was turning to the cool side of the pillow. I first though it was a rat. We don't have rats but when I was little where we lived we got mice every summer. The landlord was cheap and put down drug store poison which worked for a minute until it didn't. It was a mess. We found dead mice all over the house. It was a bad ten years. And that ordeal stayed with me and when I hear rustling noises I think of my mice experience and hope its not that. Fortunately, it wasn't mice or rats.
It was the picture of Nana and this time a picture of Josh which was hanging next to it. I sort of have an idea why this happened. I am pretty sure I know what Nana is trying to tell me and I know she knows I know too. She was just giving me a little push.
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