Granny’s after death shennanigans

7 08 2010

Part Two:

Sixteen year old Laura was sick on the day of granny’s funeral and I said I would leave my phone on vibrate in case she needed me home urgently.  As it happened she was very relaxed and slept peacefully throughout our absence, dreaming that granny was with her, stroking her hair. 

 “I thought I saw a wisp of her energy in the bedroom just after you left,” she said, “but I know it was only granny coming to visit.”

As friends and neighbours crossed the threshhold for Sheila’s after-funeral tea party there was a sudden loud crack of thunder out of an otherwise clear blue sky  – only the second and the last of that summer of 2ooo! – and they turned to look up into the sky.

“Oh it’s just Sheila welcoming you to our home!” I laughed, knowing they would never believe such a thing.

Doing what I do, I was well aware that Sheila was in no hurry to pass over.  She was too busy noseying around her old home, for one!  Since she had been in care for almost two years and unable to see the structural changes we had made to the house (new plumbing, re-wiring, knocking down a small cloakroom to enlarge the kitchen etc.) she was naturally inquisitive.   For the next couple of months her spirit came and went – Often she was round at her sister’s home keeping an eye – and May firmly believed that what I was passing on from her sister was real.  She recalled how Sheila, in the later stages of living with her alzheimers, had said things like ‘who is that lady standing in the corner?’  or ‘sitting on the settee’ – naturally scaring her out of her wits!  Did this mean that  Sheila was seeing spirit – whether earthbound, or family and friends from the other side?  I am assured from the other side that this is so…. When in her ‘right mind’ she had showed no tendency to psychic abilities….Indeed she had a very logical, mathematical attitude to everthing, writing notes from shopping lists to how to drive (she never did as it was impossible to read her notes and operate the gears and the pedals simultaneously!) 

Whilst still at school, Laura had a Saturday job working for a holistic company at a little stall in Nottingham’s Broadmarsh shopping centre.  At quiet times she perched on a stool studying for her exams, one eye on potential customers.  On one such occasion she rang me in a bit of a tizz, saying:

“I think granny is around….I’ve just seen a white swirling energy around the stall only moments after a whole lot of bottles and stock items suddenly flung themselves all over the floor…..with not a customer within 100 yards!”

Tuning in from afar, I was informed by Sheila in no uncertain terms that the ‘dirty old men’ hanging around her granddaughter had been firmly dealt with!  There was no reason to doubt that she had given the earthbound spirits short shrift – and Laura was left to clear up up the cuffuffle!  I was left to seek out the two vagrants and apologise, helping them to leave their wandering status (they were both alcoholics) – but unable to persuade granny to go into the light…at least not just yet:  She was too busy enjoying her newfound ability to teleport at will….which was a little unsettling as you could never be sure of privacy and often found yourself looking over your shoulder…for various reasons!

One day I was in the kitchen doing the washing up at the sink overlooking the garden when I felt a firm, warm hand on my shoulder and turning my head expected to see our son standing there – as this is a particular gesture of his.  Instead there was just empty space filled with love and my cheeks once again overflowed with joy at granny’s desire to make amends for the way she had treated me during her lifetime.

I emphasised that there was no need to apologise – that I know her fears and attitudes were moulded into her personality due to her experience of losing her mother (for one) aged only 2, of her father’s unintentional use of her as a labourer on their farm, her responsibility for bringing up her little sister, her step-mother’s favouritism for  her half-sisters…and so it went on…added to which she had been bombed out 3 times in London during the Blitz .  All this had made her a hard woman.

When Michael was small he exhibited a lot of the Irish genes and was his own little man, which irritated his plant-loving mother to the point where she once chased him with a kitchen knife when he lopped all the heads off her beautiful dahlias with his imaginary sword games, and locked him in the cellar.  When she released him hours later she was dismayed to find him grinning all over his cheeky 7 year old chops and holding up a toy car left by a previous occupant of the house…. There was many a time, in her exasperation, that she threatened to ‘come back and haunt you!’… but he didn’t take her seriously, until now….

To be continued!

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