John's Ghost
My oldest son diedSept. 28, 1980. He shot himself in the heart, at his sister'shouse, while she was at work. She called me when she got home andfound him, however, she didn't tell me over the phone that he wasdead. She said, " Mom, John shot himself and I can't find apulse". I told her to call an ambulance and I would be thereas soon as I could. I live 80 miles from her, and by the time Igot there, they had picked up John's body, and my daughter hadcleaned up the blood so I wouldn't have to see it. Thank God!About two weeks after his funeral, I had gone to bed at about 10:pm,and my eyes were closed. I was facing toward the wall. Through myeyelids I could see a brightness on the wall. I opened my eyesand the light was REALLY bright, so I rolled over to see wherethe light was coming from, thinking I must have left the bathroomlight on. When I got rolled over, there was a "being"in the corner and the brightness was coming from him. If onecould stick 4th of July sparklers into a form the shape of a man,and light those sparklers, that's what I saw. The shape, however,was that of my son John. I recognized his shape, and I knew hewas there from somewhere on "the other side", and itscared the breath out of me. I wanted to see and talk to him butthe brightness scared me.I quickly turned back toward the walland covered my head and said,"John, you scared me!". Iquickly turned back over to see him again but he was gone. I'vethought about this many times and asked myself,"Wh! ! y didit scare me, if it was John?" When the Angels went to theShepherds in the field to tell them about Jesus' birth, they were"good", yet their appearance frightened the Shepherdsand "...they were sore afraid..." So it is fact thatsomething GOOD can frighten you. Long before he died,I told him,and my other three children, "If you die before I do, and ifthere is a way you can come back and let me know you're ok,Please do so... and I will do the same thing". I feel so badbecause I didn't stay turned toward him to see if he would sayanything. Do you know of a way I can get him to come back, justto say something to me? One would think that after 19 years, onewould kinda be over the loss of someone you love, but it hurts mejust as much today as it did the day of his funeral. I need tosee him and have him speak to me.
Sincerely,
John's Mom
Mrs. S. Priddy