Death comes in threes...
I guess everyone has probably heard that old saying, that death comes in threes, right? Has anyone ever experienced this, in one way or another? I thought I'd just share my story about it.
When I was a junior in high school, and was about to turn 17 years old, my pappy Jack (my dad's dad) got really sick really fast. He lived less than a month before he passed away, and in the days leading up to his death, my family was at my grandparent's house, just across the field, to be with him through the end.
I never went with them, because it was to hard on me. My mom understood, and didn't ask questions. Three days before he passed away, I had a dream about him. He was in our house, looking very well and not ill, and was heading for the door. I asked him where he was going, and he told me he had to go home. I had this dream three nights in a row, and every night he got closer to the door. The third time I had the dream, he went out the door and closed it behind him. When I woke up, my mom came into my room, and before she could speak, I just looked at her and said "I know he died, you don't have to tell me." It weirded her out a little, but she never asked how I knew, and I've never volunteered the information, as many years later.
We live in the middle of nowhere, way out in the country, and the cemetery is literally right across the road from our house, on the opposite hillside. After the funeral service was over, I had to go back to school, and this being fall, it was still dark when I waited for the bus. My neighbors would wait on the bus with me, so there were three of us waiting in the dark in our driveway, and we all very clearly saw what happened over the next three mornings. In the cemetery, right around the graves were my family is buried (they date back 100 years or so), there was a bright light. It seemed to come up from the ground, and would hover around the graves, especially the area where we had just buried my pappy. If we didn't look at the light, it would blink rapidly or move fast until we paid attention, at which point it would slow and hover more.
This was not the first time something like this had been seen there. My mom (who does NOT believe in ghosts or spirits) will even talk about seeing a light at night that would shine down onto the grave of this little boy, so bright it shone right into the windows of our house. It was the first time I had personally ever seen lights in the cemetery (though I have experienced many other things) and since he had just died I felt like he was trying to talk to me, to tell me he was okay.
For three mornings this went on, and then the light was suddenly gone. The last thing we all saw while waiting on the bus, on the third and last day we saw the light, were three shooting stars that shot one after the other directly over the cemetery. We never saw the light again, and things resumed their normal pace.
As for the actual deaths, they too came in threes. One year later, in September as well, we lost my cousins best friend. Then the year after that, in August, we lost my cousins girlfriend of 5 years. Omens have always fascinated me, and this one, I can say, I truly fully believe in.
When I was a junior in high school, and was about to turn 17 years old, my pappy Jack (my dad's dad) got really sick really fast. He lived less than a month before he passed away, and in the days leading up to his death, my family was at my grandparent's house, just across the field, to be with him through the end.
I never went with them, because it was to hard on me. My mom understood, and didn't ask questions. Three days before he passed away, I had a dream about him. He was in our house, looking very well and not ill, and was heading for the door. I asked him where he was going, and he told me he had to go home. I had this dream three nights in a row, and every night he got closer to the door. The third time I had the dream, he went out the door and closed it behind him. When I woke up, my mom came into my room, and before she could speak, I just looked at her and said "I know he died, you don't have to tell me." It weirded her out a little, but she never asked how I knew, and I've never volunteered the information, as many years later.
We live in the middle of nowhere, way out in the country, and the cemetery is literally right across the road from our house, on the opposite hillside. After the funeral service was over, I had to go back to school, and this being fall, it was still dark when I waited for the bus. My neighbors would wait on the bus with me, so there were three of us waiting in the dark in our driveway, and we all very clearly saw what happened over the next three mornings. In the cemetery, right around the graves were my family is buried (they date back 100 years or so), there was a bright light. It seemed to come up from the ground, and would hover around the graves, especially the area where we had just buried my pappy. If we didn't look at the light, it would blink rapidly or move fast until we paid attention, at which point it would slow and hover more.
This was not the first time something like this had been seen there. My mom (who does NOT believe in ghosts or spirits) will even talk about seeing a light at night that would shine down onto the grave of this little boy, so bright it shone right into the windows of our house. It was the first time I had personally ever seen lights in the cemetery (though I have experienced many other things) and since he had just died I felt like he was trying to talk to me, to tell me he was okay.
For three mornings this went on, and then the light was suddenly gone. The last thing we all saw while waiting on the bus, on the third and last day we saw the light, were three shooting stars that shot one after the other directly over the cemetery. We never saw the light again, and things resumed their normal pace.
As for the actual deaths, they too came in threes. One year later, in September as well, we lost my cousins best friend. Then the year after that, in August, we lost my cousins girlfriend of 5 years. Omens have always fascinated me, and this one, I can say, I truly fully believe in.