When I was about 15 my grandmother died. We were really close.. and I took her death pretty hard. She died on the toilet, and to make light of the situation I would joke that she went out like Elvis.
Well a few days after she died, I was on the toilet when the bathroom lights turned off. Not a burned bulb. Something physically flipped the switch.
As I sat there.. I saw a faint blue light look as though it shot out the window. I was kind of spooked. But welcomed all paranormal activity.
When I walked out of the bathroom my 5 year old sister looked at me and said, “grandma was just at the end of the bed, she told me to tell you she said hi and she is sorry for turning off the lights.”
I will never forget that moment. It is one of my favorite memories.
- I wonder how many times my Grandma has watched me poop. Hopefully she hasn’t watched me do… other things.
- It’s nice to know she was still with you
- absolutely lovely story! Nothing spooky, and evidence that she is watching and will keep watching over you girls.