When I was a child I would slip into the mode of searching for anything to save me from being sexually abused by my stepfather.
When I layed in bed I would stare at my wall. I could see my grandmother’s face outlined in the wall. I would talk to her cause she died and I missed her much. This seems strange I know, but it helped me feel like she was watching over me.
I was only 9 years old, but I couldn’t tell anyone because I was afraid. My mom, grandma and brother were the only ones I trusted.
My brother was killed in Vietnam, so my mom was consumed with horrible grief so I couldn’t tell her. My brother was like a father to me, and my grandmother died a few years later. I lived in a house where everything was dark and gloomy. I felt unable at an early age to keep my feelings to myself. Then 20 years later my sister was stabbed to death by her 29 year old son. Grief became the only emotion in my life. Now I just think God is ready to take me too. I hurt all the time.
I see, feel and hear my loved ones who died. Sometimes it saves me other times I get scared that my time here on earth is soon over. I don’t actually see my dead family members, but I sense their presence. Do any of you have such feelings? If you do please let me know, I need to talk with those of you so I don’t feel like I’m crazy for these experiences. I believe Ghosts are not demons, but perhaps God’s way to communicate with you and me.
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