The recent death themed posts by Grapekoolaid got me thinking about my
own experiences with death and there was one that stood out. About ten
years ago in 1998 I lost my grandmother (my mum's mum) to stomach flu
which triggered her diabetes and she was gone in less than 24 hours
from when it started. I was 11 at the time. We were all upset by this
because it was so shocking and unexpected and she was just 60,
perfectly healthy. After her cremation ceremony and the initial
mourning period was over, we all flew back to our respective homes to
resume our lives. We didn't want to leave my Grandpa by himself so we
brought him to stay with us for a couple of weeks.
My younger sister was 6 at this time and she was finding it
difficult to comprehend everything. One thing that she understood was
that she wasn't gonna see her grandma again and that she was missing
her. Sometimes my grandma used to get my sister threads and lockets to
wear around her neck from this particular temple that was really far
from where we lived, she had a lot of faith in it. My sister used to
love these. For about 15 days after we got home my sister told my mum
every night before sleeping that she wanted that locket that grandma
used to get her. She whined and whined and just wouldn't quit. We tried
explaining to her that the temple was really far away and that we
couldn't get her that locket but she didn't want to listen to any of
it. This was always just before she slept because I think she would
feel vulnerable at that time. Other than that, for the rest of the day
she forgot all about it. Now I should tell you that my grandpa was
staying in the guest room which was quite far from my sister's bedroom.
So he had no idea about all this. We made sure that this didn't get to
him because obviously he was missing his wife enough as it was!
So after about 15 days of it, my grandpa woke up one morning
and told my mum that he had the strangest dream that night. He said
that he saw my grandma at the temple that she loved.. the same one that
was really far.. and that he saw her standing in line at the stall
outside the temple saying that she wanted to buy a thread and locket
for my sister for her to feel safe at night. He said he was really
surprised by this dream because the content seemed really out of the
blue. My mum called me in and told me what he had just said and we just
looked each other. We couldn't believe it! How could this be? We hadn't
even told him! So then we told him what my sister had been saying all
these days. He couldn't believe it either! He made a trip to the temple
after he went back to his home and sent my sister her thread and locket.
Now, I know that could just be a co-incidence. But it brought
us a lot of reassurance and helped us heal. We felt like somehow our
connection with her was still alive. To this day I wonder how this
happened. And to this day I'm grateful for it!
Can you help me come up with an explanation for this? Have you ever had any such experience?



