John's Ghost
My oldest son died Sept. 28, 1980. He shot himself in the heart, at his sister's house, while she was at work. She called me when she got home and found him, however, she didn't tell me over the phone that he was dead. She said, " Mom, John shot himself and I can't find a pulse". I told her to call an ambulance and I would be there as soon as I could. I live 80 miles from her, and by the time I got there, they had picked up John's body, and my daughter had cleaned 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 my eyelids I could see a brightness on the wall. I opened my eyes and the light was REALLY bright, so I rolled over to see where the light was coming from, thinking I must have left the bathroom light on. When I got rolled over, there was a "being" in the corner and the brightness was coming from him. If one could 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 he was there from somewhere on "the other side", and it scared the breath out of me. I wanted to see and talk to him but the brightness scared me.I quickly turned back toward the wall and covered my head and said,"John, you scared me!". I quickly turned back over to see him again but he was gone. I've thought about this many times and asked myself,"Wh! ! y did it scare me, if it was John?" When the Angels went to the Shepherds in the field to tell them about Jesus' birth, they were "good", yet their appearance frightened the Shepherds and "...they were sore afraid..." So it is fact that something GOOD can frighten you. Long before he died,I told him, and my other three children, "If you die before I do, and if there 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 bad because I didn't stay turned toward him to see if he would say anything. Do you know of a way I can get him to come back, just to say something to me? One would think that after 19 years, one would kinda be over the loss of someone you love, but it hurts me just as much today as it did the day of his funeral. I need to see him and have him speak to me.
Sincerely,
John's Mom
Mrs. S. Priddy