OOOO SPOOKY!

Hey people! That time of weeeeek: GHOSTS IS REAL! This week's story is a powerful one relating to SIGNS! Look for 'em, don't look for 'em, they be everywhere.

"My Paternal Grandfather, we called him "Ampa" passed away in March of 2020. I have had other family members pass away before, but this death was the most painful and hard to come to terms with. Although it wasn't Covid related, due to the pandemic, I couldn't go home to visit him in the hospital before he passed. I felt immense guilt for this and for not going home sooner. The day he passed and the week that followed, I spent listening to his favorite musician, Johnny Cash.

Fast forward to this past February, my dad waited until after the holidays to sell Ampa's house, so that we could spend one last Christmas there. I came back home in February to help my dad pack up things into storage. I was at Ampa's house by myself packing things up, but got distracted and starting looking through photo albums. As I was looking at the album he made for my Grandma, we called her Amma, (she passed away back in 2013), I uncontrollably burst into tears. Like, inconsolable crying. I thought I was going to hyperventilate because I was crying so intensely, from the sadness of selling the house, from the sadness of both of my grandparents being gone, and the guilt I still felt for not being there. It was then that I said out loud, "I'm sorry I didn't get to say good-bye, but I love you and Amma so much. Please, if you hear me, can you send me a sign." A while later, my Dad and aunt came to pick me up. My dad dropped my aunt and I off at home while he went to pick up dinner. My aunt and I were sitting at the kitchen table talking about packing the house and telling stories about Ampa. About 15 minutes into the conversation the Apple homepod speaker cut on; It turned on by itself - and what was playing? Johnny Cash. Ring of Fire, Ampa's favorite song. Even weirder? It started playing in the middle of the song, as if to say - this isn't an accident. After Ring of Fire ended, another Johnny Cash song played, and another, and another. It was like on Johnny Cash radio. When my dad got home I asked him if he was listening to the speaker earlier today - he said no. I asked if he was listening to Johnny Cash at any point recently - he said no. I explained what had happened and he asked me, "would I ever stop listening to Ring Of Fire in the MIDDLE of the song?" And of course, I knew the answer to that was no. Ampa would have known that too. My dad is the type of person who won't get out of the car until the song is finished, even if it means sitting in the parked car for two extra minutes. It was at that point, I knew it wasn't a coincidence and couldn't be explained away - this was the sign I had asked for earlier that day. I feel like my Ampa was trying to release me of the guilt I felt, and to assure me that he and Amma are still with us."