When I was about 3 years old my great grandmother died...It's funny that I can hardly remember anything from my young childhood, but I remember this ver betum...I was at my great grand mother's funeral and I remeber I was wearing a little velvet black dress that I hated how it smelled...hahaha, anyways...I can remember wearing little white stockings and black mary-janes...I remeber this so well...
It was an open casket funeral and it was my turn to go up and pray (pray as well as a 3 yr. old could) So I told her that I would write to her and I wished she was still there with me to sit and eat corn with with at my grandma's house. Then I sat down with my family again until it was time to leave. I was talking to my cousin (then 9 yrs. old) when my mother picked me up and told me it was time to go; now when I was a child I NEVER cried, like absolutely NEVER, and if i did something was deffinately wrong....so I start throwing this HUGE FIT, and my mother is just like "Oh my god what hunny, its ok, grandma's going to a better place now" and I just kept trying to squiggle out of her arms and kept screaming and crying "No, no I dont want to leave, I'm not done yet, I'm not done yet!"
So that night I was sitting up in my room with the lights on, and it was probably around 3 A.M. I decided to pull out and empty this blue cardboard starage container my mother had me keep my toys in. I climbed up my closet shelves and grabbed the box and began to fill it with all my favourite toys. I then started drawing on the box with orange marker "To: Great-Grandma From: Lauran" (but it didn't quite say that because I was only 3 and it was the essence of that...you get the point) My mom comes in and says "What are you doing up Lauran? Why aren't you in bed?" and I told her "I am filling this box with all my toys to give to great-grandma so she'll remember me" as in I wanted that box to be buried with her

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So my mother just says "Why don't you just write her a nice note to be buried with her" and so I went to bed and after my mom left I got back up and wrote my letter, it was mainly constructed of scribblie pictures but I wrote it. I told her about my cats and my girbils and such.
So anyways HERES THE POINT...
After writting the letter I taped it on top of the box in hopes that they still would burry it all together with her...I went to bed...suddenly in the night I was awoken because I thought I heard my mother calling my name, so I opened my eyes and right in front of me stood my great grandmother...she looked exactly how you'd think a ghost would look, somewhat cloudy, yet slightly tinted blue and translucent. She was wearing this pink outfit she used to wear with her mink shaw and pearl earrings. I just starred at her, I wasn't scarred, I just looked at her and put my hand out. She said '"go back to bed" in a gentle voice and I did.
The next morning I was downstiars playing with my wooden kitchen set in our living room when my mom comes down and hugs me and says "I thought you were going to write a letter to great grandma" and I say "I did" and she says "Where did you put it?" and I said "On top of the blue box" and she says "I just looked hunny...it wasn't there" and then I just looked at her. I remember anything else.
But a few years ago the memory snaped into my head one day and I asked my mom if she believed in ghosts and she said she didn't want to talk about "that." So finally I just say "Have you ever seen a ghost?" and she doesn't say anything, then I say "I think I have..." and she says "What?!" and I say "I remeber this happening when I was little, did this really happen?" and I told her the story and she started crying and was like "wow, yes it did, I can't believe you remember that"...but when i retold it I told her about how my great-grandma appeared to me and my mom was just like *jaw drops*
phew, that was long!
